Damien took some time to process what had just taken place. He believed there was a solution to this problem and knew exactly what he should do. He headed straight to the dungeon.
Ethel was chained in the darkest and coldest cell at the extreme end of the dungeon. The solid walls and a heavy iron door kept the light from the outside in. Living in that pitch-black cell without a tiny hole felt like she was suffocating and dying from a lack of oxygen.
The shackles were so heavy that she couldn't move her limbs. The boulder tied around her neck made it difficult for her to lift her head. Ethel was lying on the cold, gritty floor in a helpless state, terrified of the consequences. She tried to focus her energy on breaking free from the chains. The chill in the air and the fear of being killed broke her concentration every time.
"Mm..." she whimpered as she heard the door squeak. The sudden brightness that flooded her dark cell caused her to squint.
