Chapter 69

However, this didn’t stop me from walking towards the door and slamming it open. A cold breeze and wretched smell hit me once the door banged on the wall. The open space was lit only by a dim light. Surrounding it were boxes, buckets with vile liquid that I assumed was wolfsbane, a table on the far corner – beer bottles scattered on top, and violent tools used to torture someone. My eyes wavered on the two people in the corner. Their eyes froze on me and widened. Their wrists were chained up on the wall and so were their ankles. They were practically dangling from their wrists which looked like their arms wanted to fall out from soon. The places the chains were touching were red, new skin surfacing every one second, only to be burned again by the chains. The girl looked about my age, her sapphire eyes looked at me in agony. Her platinum blonde hair was a mess. Dirt smudged her perfect complexion. New scar wounds ran up and down her arms and legs. She was only