Novel & Cerita Doll Dungeon

Her ocean-blue eyes have depths of innocence in them, and it seemed as though an inevitable gravity was dragging me in to explore those vast sets of orbs. I was so distracted by how the doll's elegance had held me chained up that I did not even notice the entrance to the villa slamming completely shut until I realized it. I stumbled through it, but I was completely blown shocked when I started hearing a melodic line being hummed ominously from behind my back, causing my head to instinctively flip toward its direction. My mouth dropped open, and my eyes widened in sheer terror, and my body started to shrivel up in fear and panic, as my heart pummeled vociferously. I was screaming with tears i

"If this malificient got to know about you, she scrap our skin out of our body." "GIRLS OPEN THE DAMN DOOR", knocking turns into banging making their heart fall in the pit of their stomach. "Shit Shit Shit we have to hide him", lilly panick looking at the perfect place to hide. "Era under the bed," she whisper standing near door pointing towards bed. "OPEN IT ITS MY LAST WARNING" she growl from outside.

The talking and laughing continues. "Is there someone inside? hello," Don said again yet nobody answer him. He tries looking through the window maybe he will see what is going on inside but curtains from inside were used to cover the window, so nobody can see what is going on inside. Then Don listen attentively to the conversations, he discovered that it is the same statement that they're repeating and he open the door went inside slowly. There's nobody inside, it was radio that is playing. Don switch off the radio and search rooms in that house, he found a pistol loaded with bullets under a cupboard, Don pick it and he come out from the house to look at the body of those zombies he killed.

My senses are dulled and my eyes refuse to pick signals sent by my brain. I try again and again till I feel like I am slowly getting a hold of my body. I feel like my struggles continue for hours, until the effects of the drug dulls away and my organs can take simple commands once again. My eyes flutter open at last and disappointment fills my heart when I see that I am in some poorly lit, damp dungeon which smells of bad water, urine and stale food. There is also the choking smell of death clinging to the damp air of the place. Why do dungeons always smell bad? I ask myself.

Their intel indicated that the goblin rebels were holed up in one of the abandon mountains in the agricultural district of the Underland. Although Damon was of the mind that every corner of their limited space underground should be utilized to its maximum potential, there was still much to do in his lands to make that possible.

Didi has insomnia, and everyone knows this just by looking at the dark circles under her eyes. I suddenly frown: "I hope you're not taking any of that junk that drug dealers sell, Didi." She nods and begins to laugh softly: "No. You know I don't touch that stuff." She immediately shuts up. Behind me, I can hear the bell of the front door. In the reflection of the large mirror behind the bar, I see Santo enter and walk toward me. The customers quickly get up and walk out of the restaurant room, simply throwing the bills to pay their account on the table.

[DUNGEON - DIMLY LIT AND DANK CELL] The dungeon is a grim and shadowy place, the walls lined with cold, damp stones that seem to seep misery. Meagia was laying on the floor with dishevelled hair and eyes filled with desperation, slowly regaining consciousness on a cold, stone floor. Her eyes flutter open, adjusting to the dim light filtering in from a small, barred window high above.

“Based on our investigation, we are certain that the previous chief is being held in Dragon’s Dungeon.” Dragon’s Dungeon? Andrius was slightly surprised. “You can go now.” “Yes, Chief.” After the man left, Andrius and Noir frowned. Dragon’s Dungeon was one of the most infamous prisons in Florence. It was located near the Central Warzone, under the jurisdiction of Baron Von Doom, the Central Warzone Master. Only the most notorious criminals with extraordinary power or unusual foreign spies were locked up thee, and Black Hawk was one of them. The security was so tight there it was impossible to break out.

A HALF-DOZEN MEN that hadn't been visible a moment before, appeared around them and blocked even the only exit. Chloe scanned the room, noting that they were in fact inside a dungeon. She raised Bellatrix at the ready until she found what she was looking for. Drake Lornn and Theo Jōn were tied with heavy chains inside a single dungeon, looking half-dead. There was no sight of Marjien Zūng at all. Chloe turned her gaze upon the enemies that surrounded them. This time, the men of the Olaire Tribe were all accompanied by venomous monsters. Snakes, scorpions, even felines with their tribe's poison.

Why did I still care, though? "I know," I pouted. I gave her the best puppy dog eyes I could muster. "Fine," she groaned. "I'll tell you where he is, but hey! You owe me big-time." After Jenny gave me directions, I located the spot. At first, I thought I hadn't gotten the directions right. The dungeon was in a secluded center of the grounds - hidden in plain sight. Apparently, it was underground. I squatted down and removed the four corner metal cover. The opening underneath led to a flight of stairs that went further underground.