Chapter 15

Michael

"Do you want to go back to the cellar?" I asked Elena instead of answering her question if I'm going to take her back to the cellar now. I can see her eyebrows rise as if she was appalled by my question.

"I'm not going back in there. You only give the rogues one meal a day and your cages are so small that I barely get enough sleep in there because it's too uncomfortable." Elena complains causing me to laugh weakly.

"What are you expecting in the cellar? It's not a fucking five-star hotel that will serve you three meals per day and a king-size bed, you're not supposed to feel comfortable in there." I replied to Elena but she just grimace at what I just said.

"You're torturing all those rogues, giving them meals and a comfortable bed is the least you can do for them," Elena said scoffing, and I couldn't help but laugh with a hint of sarcasm in the tone of my voice. I don't get what she's trying to say here. We captured rogues and throw them