Chapter 7

AMELIA

Atlas didn't struggle with the guards. He remained quiet as they dragged us both to the dungeon. At first, I had tried to struggle with them, but I realized that struggling with them would only get me into more trouble.

We walked down the hallway and made a few turns as we got deeper into the mansion, the lights slowly fading into darkness.

I was unfamiliar with this section of the mansion. The walls had scratches and a distinct smell of blood as we ascended the stairs to an underground dungeon.

A long hall appeared, with cells on either side. Some servants I hadn't seen in months and unfamiliar faces sat on the bare floor, looking lifeless.

The bodyguard put us in a cell, locked it with a padlock, and gave Atlas clean clothes to wear as he only had a jacket over his shoulder covering his nakedness.

Atlas reached for the cloth on the floor, removing the jacket covering his nakedness. I turned quickly, not wanting to see him change. I heard him chuckle lightly at my action, but