Romans & histoires Dungeon Man

The man, consumed by rage, sprinted towards Jacob, screaming at the top of his lungs. “Come on!” Jacob roared. The man dashed towards Jacob with all the speed he gained, and then halfway through his course, the mound he stepped on suddenly collapsed and brought him down together with the leaves. The man wailed in agony. Jacob went over to him and dropped his gaze at the man. Bamboos tore through his body and blood came out from his gaping wound. Jacob crouched and reached down for the man's tactical army knife and holster which he wraps around his waist.

His eyes were fixed on my hand for a few seconds before he extended his hand, shaking mine “my name is Aurora, and I don’t want anything in return for this, you don’t need to worry” “Why?” He asked, pulling his hand back “are they going to kill me afterwards?” “I believe that you are a rogue, aren’t you?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. The man stayed quiet for a second and smiling at him, I nodded in understanding “you don’t need to worry, I am in your same shoes, and needless to say, I know what it feels like to be alone and in need” “I am fine, thank you” “I don’t think so, but I am not mocking you for it. If anything, I can help find you a stable job that pays you, at least that

The walls are made of red rotting wood crawling with insects, and the gravel that makes up the flooring is stained crimson. As my eyes dart around the room they land on a man clad in black. A woman with honey blond hair stands beside him holding a torch. The man is tall with straight black hair and long elven ears. He turns and I glimpse his face. His eyes are orange like a smoldering ember, and his skin is as white as silk. The way his orange eyes glow in the torch-light sends a shiver down my spine. "You have done well, this is the most I have seen in a while," the man states.

I shudder to think how many died in there, and how many more of us will once theses fights start. I groan as I stretch my leg out. The ankle aches, especially if I've had to be on it for any length of time, and after the meat market three nights ago, it's still sore. A hot, mean throb that never fully leaves. I hear keys jangle as someone approaches the dungeon door, and I hunch over slightly to get a better view. The door opens, and five people walk in. Samuels. Levi. Beardy. Pot Belly. Busy Eyebrows.

We patted each other on the back, and continued down the length of the tunnel. At last, we got to the depth of the tunnel where the dungeon lay. Octavius gave his torch to Lucius, and rolled out the boulder covering the mouth of the dungeon. The putrid smell from the dungeon smashed our breath, forcing us to cover our nose. We got into the dungeon, and headed for the naked unconscious man hanging limply from silver chains fasted into the stone wall. I collected one of the torches from Lucius, and brought it closer to the face of the man. His head dropped to the floor with his brown hair matted in dry black blood. Every part of his body was lacerated by knife cuts, exposing his flesh to conta

leftover scraps of bad memories that he didn’t bother taking with him when he disappeared. Dante wasn’t a good dad. He wasn’t a good man. Heck, he wasn’t even a decent human being. Whenever he got the chance, he’d hit Mom, forcing me to hide under the bed, clamping my own hands over my mouth, listening to the sounds of things breaking and Mom screaming.

Orlando We stopped at the first cell of three. The girls looked ready to throw up, I felt the same as them the first time I came down here, but as time went by I got used to it. So did Daniel. "Why are we down here Orlando?" We're here to get the truth ladies." I said putting the key in the lock tuning it. I pushed the metal door open to the dungeon. There was very little light coming on from the small window but it was enough to see who was in there. We usually had around ten prisoners in here but we thought it was best to separate the two asholes so they couldn't conspire.

Dizzy or not, I push up from the floor and shift, placing myself in a defensive position. Goddess, the reek in here is ten times worse in wolf form. A light clicks on, blinding me for a second before I recognize what’s in front of me: cell bars. I’m in a dungeon. Where? “Oh, look,” a voice snarls. My vision is fuzzy at first, but I quickly adjust to the light and see a short, portly man with a partially bald head. “The bitch is awake.” “Yeah, but she’s a wolf,” the man next to him complains. He’s skinny, excessively so, with his pants hanging baggy on his body. “What fun is that?”

“Now you are going to feel excruciating pain just like my son did.” The bossy dude whispered into my ear. “please don't kill me..let me go..let me go..” I pleaded and tugged the manacles, my eyes wet with tears. “how old are you kid?” He asked with a mirthless grin upon his face. I tried to reply but I couldn't will my mouth to speak. “I said how old are you? You nitwit.” He bellowed stentoriously “S... I XT..E...E...N"

ariel:- that really beautiful story but what happens if she spends time with a male angle and forgets about you. old man:- I think that someone going to die with my hand. ariel:- sorry can you tell me about the dungeon before you kill me, I want to know. old man:- you stubborn kid, ok I tell you to listen, their only one dungeon exists here, which is very dangerous as you might know, 5 thousand people killed by it. ariel:- how can dungeon kill that many people are idiots why they go inside and how the greed of one magic item let all this suicide.