The air was damp and cold as Cyril descended the few steps. The knight behind Cyril shouted at him to go faster. The musty and foul smell that came from nowhere was instantly caught by Cyril.
Damn it! Cyril's head cursed. His honesty made him fall like this. Wasn't he supposed to do that? The battle in his mind did not make Cyril feel any better.
The sound of his footsteps echoed down here. The light from above did not reach down, except for the stone light that shone dimly at the end of this dungeon corridor. There was no other illumination. The iron door creaked as the knight with Cyril pushed it. "Come in!" His voice ordered Cyril coldly.
A blow might knock the knight down, but the punishment that awaited him would be more severe. His legs felt so heavy. Like sinking in the mud of a swamp. The air inside the prison was even colder and more sickening than outside. Only iron bars separated the prison corridor from the detention room.
