Novel & Cerita Man Eating Dungeon

The dungeon was cold, dark, and smelled of blood. Water dripped from the ceiling, making a soft, hollow sound. The walls were thick stone, and the only light came from a single bulb hanging from the ceiling, swinging slightly. In the center of the room, tied to a metal chair, was the man who had stolen from Dante’s vault. His face was bruised, dried blood crusting on his lips. His hands were tied behind his back, and his ankles were strapped to the chair legs. He had been here for hours, waiting for his fate.

He added, and my confusion just tripled. “What is going on? What is the dungeon he is talking about.” I whispered to Mira, who I knew could come to my aid. “The dungeon is the last place anyone ever wants to be. It's a very dark place where you get little to no food for the period you're left in there.” Mira explained gently. My jaw dropped. “Is it that bad?” “Yes, really bad. In fact, anyone who gets thrown there comes out worse than they went in. They'll be traumatized and scarred for life, and that's even if they ever come out alive.” She continued, and I stood there speechless, my mind wandering off again.

It’s no use, the more I sit around here the more I feel theses disgusting feelings of regret. “Are you going already? You haven’t eaten.” I looked towards the kitchen, Eden stood there, still in those shorts, holding a tray of food. “Sorry honey, I’m it hunger any more. I want to go so pay my friends a visit in the dungeons.” “I am coming.” He dropped the tray and went into the bedroom. I picked a piece of meat from the meal but before I could finish it, he was out, draped in black and a hood over his head. He looked like a shadow again.

Not much light came into the dungeon this time when the door open, so that must mean the sun is going down. Three vampires come down the stairs carrying big buckets in their hands. One of them walks up to my cell and grab a thick piece of meat out the bucket, throwing it into my cell like I'm a wild animal he's feeding at a zoo. I let out a low growl that he ignore and continue to throw meat into the other cells.

he asked. They are allowed one cup of water and a small bowl of food after the test, then only after another test may they have a full meal. "In due time" Aiden said entering the dungeon. Danté was interested now, in his thirteen years he saw the dungeon only twice, in there Roman and Vincent awaited, and in the cage Danté saw Skyler sitting on a bunk bed. "What's this?" He asked. Skyler leered at him then threw her nose up.

I’d been keeping watch the last couple of days and took note of how they came and went every two hours. As I headed down the tunnel that lead to the dungeon I pinched my nose because the smell down here was disgusting and having a heightened sense of smell really didn’t help. At the end of the tunnel all the cells were empty except for one. In the cell sat chained to a chair was a badly beaten man. He had short brown hair that clearly hadn’t been washed in a while. He was older then me, he looked a similar age to the of the older man I bumped into. All of a sudden I felt my wolf take over just as the unknown mans eyes shot open. “Mate” my wolf purred.

She ran over to the eastern part of the dungeon where she bent over and threw up whatever that was left in her rumbling stomach. The dungeon food was appalling and didn't even look great. If it did, the sight of the food alone was enough to calm one's rumbling stomach but it was not so. What about the smell? The food smelt so bad that you would even fantasize about eating it or salivate even in your dreams.

One pulled at the latch of a flat-surfaced pane, dragging it up where inside laid a flight of stairs that led down into utter darkness. Damon nodded at them before descending into it, the sound of his feet hitting the concrete floor resounded in the air. His hand found the socket, its exact location etched in his brain already so his fingers simply found it and he pulled the small rope that connected to the light bulbs, lightening the dungeon. He could hear from the farther distance the mangled cries of the vampires that had been held there over the years, lacking a blood meal and fed nothing but plain dishes. They were starved, weak, and still so stubborn.

My hands automatically covered my mouth like screwing might only scare the poor man in his cell who was almost just hanging by a thread like it's still fighting despite the agony. The dungeon became more visible when Phillius came down with a torch in his hand, his face grimaced on the stink of the place, giving me an idea that he's not going in here that often. Which means this man has been suffering all alone without any help from anyone and any people in this place didn't even consider feeding him in this cold, damned place.

Why are you telling me all this , it's not like I care! " I just thought you should know",he says and we reach the entrance to the dungeons,as soon as we enter the pungent humid smell hits me, burning my throat almost making me throw up,we pass he heavily guarded cell ,I hear growls coming and the rustling of chains. He pushes me deeper into the dungeon and into another cell. The cell next to it has a man tied to the table and chair,his right hand seems a little blood and bandaged. He leaves me there and I get on the old mattress.the man in the next cell groans and sits up.