A blonde haired man was shackled to a red bricks tone wall, his arms completely white and drained of blood.


    Anyone who would look at him would have thought of him as dead and yet small and quiet breaths escape his rose red lips.


    Bones protruded out of his dirt encased skin and a brown loincloth was drapped onto his waist.If you encounter this tale on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.


    The dungeon in which he is located in is dark,barely anything could be seen. Light only coming out of the outer rooms which made the dungeons barely visible.


    Droplets of water hit the shackled man''s head,each time he grunted and recoiled.


    Then suddenly with a loud clank his hands were freed and he fell face first on the ground