Chapter 8

There were multiple cells on both sides of the long hallway. As we walked further, the lights on the ceiling came to life. I heard chains dragging on the rough ground and soon, I started to see prisoners revealing themselves.

“Please…help me,” One of the prisoners that I walked by cried. He sounded very hoarse and his skin looked raw as there were so many fresh beating marks on him.

Tears glistened in my eyes as I stared at him. He looked like he was in agony.

I could not believe that there was a dungeon filled with suffering people right under the mansion. That seemed very sadistic if you asked me. Imagine sleeping above people who were being regularly tortured.

“They all are fed regularly but tortured once a week.” The omega informed me, and I felt disgusted.

“Why are they kept here? What did they do wrong?”

It took a few seconds before she replied to me. “I don’t really know. But I heard some of them are prisoners of war while others are people who had done terrible crimes.”