EMMA
The heavy dungeon door creaked open, and the stench hit me first. damp stone, rusted chains, and the unmistakable sour scent of defeat…. Oops… it's the smell of the awful thing who always thinks no one is better than her.
I stepped inside slowly, my heels clicking on the cold floor with every deliberate step, echoing like a death march.
A rush of cold air swept past me as the torches flickered, casting long shadows on the walls.
There I saw her curled in the corner, a filthy mess of matted hair, bruised skin, and a tattered excuse of the once proud girl.
I broke into a peal of laughter seeing her weak figure pleading for mercy. It came from deep inside me, I have never had this laughter in a while now.
A few months ago, if someone had told me that this wretched, ragged thing groveling on a dungeon floor would be Nyx who made it her mission to crush my spirit I wouldn't have believed them.
