CHAPTER 97 TORTURE.

ANYA The dungeon was cold and damp, and the stone was slick with the moisture that had been bundling up. It was now creeping with algae. There was no reason why this place was one of the most terrifying places in the Pack. Weapons were also packed beside the dungeon, which was fitted with a glass door so that the prisoners could see through it and see the tools that would be used on them if they did not tell the truth. This particular dungeon was a torture chamber, and I couldn't wait to get underway with it. I stood at the entrance, watching the rogues who were held up against the far wall. Their wrists were bound with iron chains that wouldn't even snap with a hundred men pulling them. Their faces were bruised and bloodied from beating. A flickering torchlight cast eerie shadows across their faces, making them look even more sinister. I was itching to hear the cries of prisoners as they were being beaten and tortured to their deaths, especially with the issue on th