Chapter 215: Healing - 8
On the other hand, when Theron opened his eyes, he found himself lying on a chair. His hands and legs were tied. And when he glanced around, he saw Damon was also in the same position on the chair next to him.
"Damon."
Theron called out Damon’s name, since Damon was still unconscious. The room was different and gave off a strange vibe—there were only two chairs in the entire room, and only walls could be seen.
No furniture. Not a single object that could be used. Only one bulb was hanging from the ceiling, giving off light in the whole dark room. From any angle, it didn’t look like anything else but a basement.
And just then, the door opened, and Theron’s eyes turned toward it. As soon as it opened, that person stepped inside.
And when Theron saw his face—it was him. The same priest who was calling himself Theron’s father.
"What the fuck? It was you who kidnapped us? How dare you?"
The priest stepped forward slowly, his eyes darting everywhere as he walked.
"My dear son, don’t worry. I’m not going to harm you or anyone you cherish. Because I’m your father, not your enemy. So, no need to panic. I know you’re tied up right now, and that’s why you’re acting like this. But it’s only temporary. I’m going to free you soon."
It was obvious the priest was just trying to sweet-talk Theron. Because if he really considered Theron his son, he wouldn’t have tied him to a chair like this.
And even when Theron tried to break the ropes he could usually snap or bend—he couldn’t.