The torches once more came back, their lights lining the wall.
The filthy smell. The wetness and the rancid air dissolved as Evelyn ascended the last stair.
This time, the tunneled structure stretched in a circular hallway with the iron gateways that led to the Colosseum.
Lines and lines of pillars were present, supporting the structure, with each one having different knights standing there as guards.
But were they guarding?
Of course not.
"Try this girl. She is young, too, brother."
One of the knights spoke, throwing a child towards the other. The helpless girl, who seemed to be around 11 years old, fell, her knees scraping against the floor.
However, she didn't scream; not even a whimper left her mouth as she stared at the ground. Her body was well fed, different from the ones present in the cell, but her dead eyes seemed to tell the same story as theirs.
"I am not interested in your sick taste. So, would you stop calling me brother?"
