Chapter 81. Psycho vs Psycho
In a dark, narrow passage, the air reeked of sweat, blood, and despair. A strikingly handsome man walks through, wearing white dress. His shoulder-length brown hair swayed, and his amber eyes cold as they scanned the prison cells.
From the packed prison cells, skeletal hands clawed through rusted bars. "Mercy, please!" "I’m starving!" "Let me out!" Slaves and outcasts, their faces gaunt and eyes hollow, pressed against the bars, each cell stuffed with fifteen to twenty bodies.
Their wails grew deafening, grating on his nerves. He halted, his voice a roar. "Silence!"
The prisoners recoiled, collapsing against the walls, their screams choked into whimpers. Fear silenced them, their trembling eyes fixed on the man as if he were death itself. He exhaled sharply, and resumed his walk.
He opens a heavy iron door, its screech echoing into a grim chamber.
Sylo, a breathtaking woman with raven hair and storm-gray eyes, stood with an air of quiet menace. Beside her was the warden, a grizzled brute man. At the room’s edge, three prisoners knelt, tied in chains. A woman, her face a swollen mess of bruises, sobbed uncontrollably, tears mixing with blood. Two men, foreigners with battered but defiant faces, glared up. They faced Draeven, the Pillar of Treachery.
Draeven’s voice was silk over steel. "What’s the situation?"
Sylo said. "The woman was our benefactor. But someone hijacked her identity to infiltrate our meeting yesterday."
Draeven’s amber eyes pinned the woman, who shrank under his stare, her voice a desperate wail. "I swear, I don’t know who did it! Please, have mercy!" Her scream echoes in the closed room.
"Shut up!" Draeven’s shout, and she choked on her sobs, trembling so violently she nearly collapsed.
He turned to the men, noting their chiseled builds. "And these two?"