Betrayed In The Mafia's Bed
Our surroundings were filled with the faint sound of water trickling, and the stench of dampness filled my senses.
When we reached the bottom, we were greeted by a corridor that was barely illuminated and bordered with thick iron bars. The shadows moved within each cage, and the people were so beaten and shattered that they could not stand upright. My stomach was in a spin.
Dax stopped in front of one cell; the man from the video was already there, slumped in the corner, his breath ragged. He turned to me, his eyes gleaming with something dark and unreadable.
"This," Dax said softly, "is what happens to those who betray me. I hope you never have to find out firsthand."
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