You Are Crushing Me

“We have to go,” Dagon says. His voice is urgent and direct. I turn away from the door separating us from the guards. I do not know how long it will take for them to get here. Maybe they do not even fall for Dorin’s lie to lure them as far away from us as he can. Maybe they split up and are scouting the whole fucking castle. Whatever the case, we are doomed.

“No, you are too weak,” I hiss at Dagon and sprint toward the torture devices displayed on the wall. I grab the blowtorch and hurry back to the only way in and out of this place. As quickly and carefully as I can, I melt the hinges of the door shut before sealing the whole thing. Blocking us in but also keeping the guards out. I walk back over to the wall and put the blowtorch back in its place before pulling various knives and daggers from the wall and attaching all of them to the leather belt around my waist.