Tap! Tap! Tap!
The sound of footsteps echoed through the dungeon as two dark figures approached while dragging a newly captured prisoner behind them.
The prisoner was a woman with platinum hair and delicate, yet beautiful features. However, her face was twisted in pain and exhaustion.
Click!
The hooded cultists unlocked one of the cells and carelessly tossed the woman inside, as if she were nothing more than a piece of trash.
It was obvious they harbored some resentment towards her. One of them shot a glare and clicked his tongue in disgust.
"This little b*tch. Is she some kind of monster?"
"I can't believe she took out fifty of us before we finally caught her."
"Right? Even the Executioner had to catch her himself."
"I still dont understand why the master stopped us from killing her. She's too dangerous to be kept alive. You know, we could have some fun with her. She's quite the looker."
