Through the dark corridors of the dungeons, passing by the rocky walls and the rusty stench of dried blood mixed with the newly flowing ones, Alicia snuck and stood behind a pillar, hearing sharp footsteps from the opposite direction.
Earlier, when she was still shedding silent tears and struggling to get off the torture bed, she felt something loosen. From the corner of her eyes, she glanced down only to stop shedding her tears for a brief moment. Something was shining beside her. Trying her luck she glanced to the other side for any signs of the witch being anywhere near. Making sure no noise came, she slowly pulled her hands and lifted them. To her amazement, her hands were free, but the cuffs were around her like a thick silver bangle which she didn't mind as long as she could move it around.
As she placed her hands back on the iron bed she heard the faint sizzling underneath it having her glance at it with shock.
'What's happening?'
