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Chapter 769

Chapter 114 : Let’s Go Home

Whatever light had been in the crack of the door was an illusion. It was completely dark on the other side.

I stepped into the room and let out a sigh of relief. This wasn’t as bad as I thought.

Drip, drip, drip…

The strong scent of copper and rust filled my nose. I frowned. Blood.

There wasn’t light, but I could see clearly. There were pools of blood on the floor. Some were fresh, but some were old and dried.

The same crimson red was covering the walls, too.

Then I noticed there was someone else here—she was bound to a platform in the center of the room.

Her hair was messy and unkempt, clothes torn and shredded. She was tied to a post, arms behind her back, a gag in her mouth. Her skin was smeared with blood and dirt, eyes red and puffy. But the rest of her was pale and thin. Nothing but skin and bones.

I gasped. The fresh blood was dripping from her legs, which had been cut off at the knees!

A rough, dirty tourniquet had been tied around them but it was obvious these people didn’t care if the wound got infected.

Tears sprang to my eyes.

“Helen!” I shouted.

Although this woman didn’t look anything like the Helen I’d seen in my dreams, I knew it was her. Her face was younger and she was so beaten and tortured, but it was her!

“Aunt Helen!” I called again, but she didn’t move, as if she didn’t seem to hear me.

A man came out of the shadows with a whip. The end of the whip was split with several flogging strips. At the end of each one was a needle.

Smirking and chuckling, he snapped the whip at Helen.

She groaned into the gag, the sound muffled but the pain all too clear in her wide eyes.

The needles raked across her skin leaving dozens of tiny slices across her back, where hundreds of scars matched the fresh cuts.

“No, stop!” I cried, but my legs were so heavy all of a sudden, I couldn’t move.

Helen’s head rolled backwards and she groaned. I thought she’d pass out in a minute. But the whip swung again and as soon as it struck her, she cried out, her body jerking and spasming against the pole.

Blood soaked through the gag. She was either biting her own lips, her tongue, or her cheeks in pain, causing her mouth to bleed. Drops of blood dripped from the corners of her mouth, hanging off her chin and one tear rolled from her eyes.

“No…no…please…stop!” I begged, but no one in the room paid any attention to me.

Another man appeared from the shadows. Both of them wore masks. They looked at each other, showing clear distaste for Helen’s responses.

One of the men started turning a wheel and the post Helen was tied to lifted in the air even more on a pulley. Helen whimpered, being lifted with the post.

The other man threw charcoal bricks on the floor. He grabbed a torch and lit the coals, which burned and smoldered, causing the air rippling with heat.

the coals turned

heard myself shrieking

were almost ripped

“Stop!”

they…How could they do this to

second man start to slowly

on her severed legs started to bubble and what clothes

and I wanted to look away but I

and being burnt, and she

suddenly, her skin started to blister

one bear so much

her just close enough to sear and scar her but not to light her on

she tried to fight it but then

My eyes watered relentlessly.

with her screams as

The one with the whip snapped it at her gag, tearing the fabric until it

hoarse screams filled the cavern, echoing around. She thrashed and struggled to no

could almost smell her burning, sizzling

Please, just kill

looked at each

We’re having too much

me now! Please!” She

on my hands and knees, dry heaving.

voice was

me, because what I saw wasn’t real, instead, something happened

eyes, and slowly, all the noises started to fade. The torturers weren’t laughing and Helen

the men were gone. So

of my heaving. Everything that had been around me was gone.

fallen out of my vision. But

squinted my eyes into the darkness and realized I was still in my vision. I was still in the room

of the room, something heaped on

a closer look. It was the shape of

I cried, my voice

I snapped awake in my cell. My mind raced and I clutched

must be the person I’d seen in a heap on the

was where Helen had been tortured and probably kept for years.

were damp and I quickly wiped the tears away. First thing first, I needed to get out

the guards had brought me down here, they’d hung the keys at the bottom of the dungeon stairs. I heard it just before they left. It seemed like it was so far away, but

grew a root in my cell and made it longer and longer until it touched the key hook. The root picked up the keys and brought them back to me. Quickly, I let myself out of

I grabbed it, just like Soren had done in Norwind. My knees wobbled as I raced down the hallway, which was the tunnel in

and over again until I couldn’t tell if I was the only

I knew where I was going and

tears to my eyes. With

dungeon was an enormous maze.

several on the

seen, there was a crumpled heap in the center of

limbs. Her hair was gray and dingy, her body broken, twisted, and bent. Her bones stuck out against her skin and I could see her ribs and her vertebrae under her