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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 red,

a sudden the platform dropped, and I heard myself shrieking

arms were almost ripped from

“Stop!”

they…How could they do this to

tearing eyes, I saw the second man start to slowly lower Helen closer

bubble and what clothes remained on

eyes bulged and I wanted to look away but I

were torn and broken, her legs were cut off and being burnt, and she

her skin

could one bear so

sear and scar her

but then she couldn’t. Helen screamed and screamed

My eyes watered relentlessly.

her screams as they echoed in

for her torturers. The one with the whip snapped it

filled the cavern, echoing around.

could almost smell her burning, sizzling

me! Please, just

at each other and

do. We’re having too much fun.

Please!”

hands and knees,

voice was dry and I couldn’t make any

They couldn’t hear me, because what I saw wasn’t real, instead, something

to fade. The torturers weren’t laughing and Helen wasn’t

the men were gone. So was the post she’d been

had been around me was gone. I was back in a black

out of my vision. But if that were the case, where

my vision. I was still in the room Helen had been tortured in. The only difference

the center of the room, something heaped on the

I tried to get a closer look. It was

Helen, is that you?” I cried, my voice hoarse. “Wait for me, I’m coming. I’m

and I clutched my chest as my heart and

I saw must be Helen’s past…So the real Helen must be the person I’d

knew was that room was where Helen had been tortured and probably kept for years. I

the tears away. First

the bottom of the dungeon stairs. I heard it just before they

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 the cell and

the wall nearby and I grabbed it, just like Soren had done in Norwind. My knees wobbled as I raced down the hallway, which was the tunnel in my vision, toward the door

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

where I was going and nothing would

I might find brought tears to my eyes. With every step closer to the

was an enormous maze. Had I not had my vision to rely on, I

keys. My vision blurred, it was hard to find the right one. I tried several on the key

the room from my vision, and just like what I had seen, there was a crumpled heap in the center of the

four limbs. Her hair was gray and dingy, her body broken, twisted,