In a dark prison,
A woman was lying on the ground. Her hands were chained from the wall. The cuffs had made her hands bleed. Her face was battered and her legs were injured.
The foul smell forced one to vomit and filled the air. She could not move an inch because of her restraints. The pain was breaking her spirit.
She had thought someone would come to save her but it did not happen. A pawn that held no value was always discarded.
She cried again as her hair was pulled again. The sheer pain numbing all her thoughts,
"Who did you send the letter to?" Tyrone pressed the dagger tighter on her arms.
His eyes shone in the dark like jewels. But they were so fiery that the maid felt she was in flames.
"I have no idea about any letter, your highness. I was only resting in my room." She begged, her face stained with blood and tears looked pitiful and deranged but he only chuckled in a low and threatening voice.
