Captives gripped the rusty railings, their bony hands holding tight, eyes wide with awe and anger.
Sylo, one of the cruel enforcers of this awful prison, lay broken on the scarred stone floor, her body a bloody mess, limbs twisted, blood pooling under her. Her eyes flickered with pain and fear, tears cutting through the dirt on her face as she sobbed, her screams sharp and wild, echoing like a dying animal's cry.
Leo stood over her, the blue flames that had covered him now gone, his torn black under shirt barely hanging on, showing a body covered in healing scars.
Erin watched from her high throne-like chair, her violet eyes sparkled with a dark, almost cruel thrill, her smirk sharpening as she enjoyed Sylo's pain.
"Rip her apart!" a young man yelled in a husky voice. Hurt her!"
The yell caused a flurry, and more people joined in, demanding her death in a raw chorus.
"Kill her!"
"Torture her slowly!"
