469 ANOTHER LIFE

The musty smell of decay filled my nostrils, and the dim light barely illuminated the stone walls that surrounded me. I found myself in the cold, damp dungeon once again. Can't exactly say that I miss this place but I wasn't exactly surprised besides, it's not like it's my first time getting locked up in here. I found myself in the cold, damp dungeon once again.

Azar usually had a cruel streak that knew no bounds. He wasn't one to show mercy especially to someone who had betrayed him. I've witnessed him lose his anger a lot of times, seen him decapitate a man for betraying him but here I was alive and well, mostly.

I could see the anger in his gaze and this time, I was actually prepared for him to strike me down. I had noticed the way he had clenched his fist, he was trying to restrain himself and when he feared he could no longer do it, he had chosen to confine me instead.