Chapter 36: The First Ash(3)
The air inside the underground base was damp and stale. The flickering lanterns dimly light up the whole room. The walls were bruised and dark, telling a tale of the old.
Clink!
Clank!
The sound of chains rattling echoed across the room among the murmurs and breaths of a few people.
"Hah... Hah... She is tight," A man grumbled, his voice laced with pleasure as he moved his hips back and forth. He wore rags of blue tint, and his pants were down, revealing his nether.
Below him lay a woman, her clothes torn, and her bruised hands were tied to shackles of steel, making the noises as the man pushed further inside her.
Her eyes were dull.
Devoid of any colours.
Her life had been shattered and torn. Her dignity thwarted.
The man stood up as his eyes stared down at her body filled with bruises and marks of resistance. A lazy and satisfied smirk adorned his face.
"Oi, Phil, you done?" Another voice rang out from behind the man.