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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.

coals turned red, glowing

dropped, and I heard myself shrieking in horror

were almost ripped

“Stop!”

could they…How could

man start to slowly

her severed legs started to bubble and what clothes remained on her body curled and withered in the

eyes bulged and I wanted to look away but I

legs were cut off and being burnt, and she whimpered and shook

and suddenly, her skin started to blister

bear so

tied the post in place, keeping her just close enough to sear and scar her but not to light her on fire and kill

fight it but then she couldn’t. Helen screamed

My eyes watered relentlessly.

sobbing mixed with her screams as they echoed in the

for her torturers. The one with the whip snapped it at her gag, tearing the

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

could almost smell

just

looked at each other and

can do. We’re having too much fun. You’ll

me now! Please!”

hands and knees, dry heaving. My vision was

my voice was dry and I couldn’t make any

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

to fade. The torturers weren’t laughing and Helen wasn’t screaming. The only sound left was my

were gone. So

my tears and got control of my heaving. Everything that had been

I’d fallen out of my vision. But

still in the room Helen had been tortured in. The only difference was, the contents of

the room, something heaped on

tried to get a closer look. It was the shape of a person. However,

cried, my voice

snapped awake in my cell. My mind raced and I clutched my chest as my heart and lungs

I saw must be Helen’s past…So the real Helen must be the person I’d seen in a heap

where Helen had been tortured and

tears away. First thing

stairs. I heard it just before they left. It seemed like it was so far away, but it wasn’t a problem

the keys and brought them back to me. Quickly, I let myself out of the cell

Norwind. My knees wobbled as I raced down the

echoed through the dungeon reverberating over and over again until I couldn’t

didn’t matter, I knew where I was

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

figure out a few hidden entrances disguised as walls. The dungeon was an enormous maze.

blurred, it was hard to find the right one. I tried several

like what I had seen, there was a crumpled heap in the center of the

her body broken, twisted,