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He gave a suggestive smirk that makes bile rise in my throat. ‘Guys, I could really use some help right now,’ I say in the mind-link. ‘We’re coming,’ Alessandro says. ‘There’s a villager here who knows about an old mine shaft that we think could be your dungeon. It’s not far.’ ‘Please hurry,’ I say, though I know they’re doing the best they can.

Xander asked the assassin after a while of contemplating. The assassin's eyes widened as he never expected that Xander knew that the dungeon was attacked or that he knew about said attack. “How? How did you know…” realizing that he just admitted the fact that he did have a relationship with said dungeon, he immediately shut his mouth but it didn't remain closed for long as Xander suddenly pierced another part of his body with his claw.

After giving up on research, I had every intention of enjoying a romance novel in the library for the rest of the day, but when Xavier came in the library looking for me, I knew from the look on his face that he had other plans. He had reached out his hand requesting to read the page I was on. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that I was reading a particularly spicy scene. My flushed face gave everything away. Xavier’s nostrils flared as he finished reading the page I was on. In the book the main characters were fucking on the floor of the library when another male character joined them. They filled two of her holes and plowed into her in the middle of the stacks. “I can smell

I can’t help but taunt him and laugh at the voraciousness with which he devours the food, fully aware of the cruel irony of our situation. The scene in the dungeon is haunting, the dim lighting casting eerie shadows on the damp walls. The air carries a musty smell, a constant reminder of the suffering and torment that occurs within these confines. Despite the grim surroundings, our interaction unfolds with a blend of tension, vulnerability, and a twisted sense of connection.

Lex The girl lies limp on the dungeon floor. I’ve drank more than I meant to this time, and I feel her blood running through my system. Since she first started to visit me a few days, she’s returned several times, and my body has begun to heal itself. My ribs still feel tender as the bruises fade around my torso. I haven’t felt this strong in weeks.

Anne standing up from her seat walked towards Evelyn before pulling her in for a tight warm hug which Evelyn reciprocated, however to her wildest expectation as soon as her warm body collided with Anne's her eyesight blurred its vision as she felt the cafeteria scenery morphing into a different scenery, one that was dark and frightening. With a trembling body she found herself in a small dungeon with little lights but the one streaming through the small barred windows to illuminate the dark surroundings, it was cold, unusually cold, with little droplets of water dropping through the hard rocky ceilings, albeit the dungeon was dark it nonetheless did little to nothing in masking the sight of

No healer. The wounds pulsed. Alive. Every heartbeat tore them wider. Nothing. The dungeon smelled like rot and rust. Metal and decay. It clung to the walls. To me. The chains rattled. Iron cuffs, rusted from my blood. I stank. Covered in sweat and infection, probably. i could smell myself. I’m sure Clara would love that. Would love to see me break. Footsteps approached. Heavy. Booted. The guard said, “ Get up. Luna’s dining. She wants you there.”

Aeris eyes were big. "Is there no castle with a dungeon silly" Davis scoffed now walking through a very dark hallway. "Hey am Tharros sacrifice, don't call me silly" Aeris squinted, warning. "It's that even a thing to be proud about" Davis rolled his eyes. "it's something that makes me special here and treated nicely so, yes it is" Aeris said as they finally got to the dungeon. Davis opened the big dungeon door and the stench that came out didn't waste time in making Aeris puke.

I knew I was going a bit crazy. Why did I need to ask him such details? I should detach myself from him if I wanted to accept this gift from Angeli or my siblings. Yes, I think this is a gift. Sleeping with this man is a present I wouldn’t return. He smiled again. My heart went crazy as he smiled like that. I knew it was wrong, but how could I control my own feelings? “I'm Tristan Luchavez. I thought you knew me, or is this part of the show? If it is, then it's working. I didn't know you were this beautiful. I always decline such invites, and now I kind of regret it.”

“Running to the rescue again, boss? You’ll make the council gossip.” Dante didn’t look back. “Let them talk.” He rode through the city like fire, every instinct pointing him toward the tunnels. The closer he got, the stronger the pull. Smoke and blood thickened the air, mingling with the scent he’d memorized without meaning to: steel, rain, and stubborn defiance. When he reached the entrance, guards lay dead—Blackthorn colors torn to shreds. “Damn it, Aiden…” He dropped into the dark. He found him minutes—or maybe hours—later, lying half-buried in dust and blood. The light from Dante’s flashlight fell across torn fabric, pale skin, and too much red.