Chapter 37

Depth

The dirty, filthy scent of the air, thick with a sense of dread, suddenly irritated my being, sending shiver down my spine. I slowly opened my eyes, but what greeted me was darkness, impenetrable darkness. It felt as though I was in a dungeon, the walls themselves closing in.

The air was thick and musty, carrying the rotten scent of death, making my stomach lurch. The urge to vomit surged, and I clutched my hand to my stomach, while my other hand covered my nostrils. I was suffocating. I doubted I could survive one more minute in such a disgusting atmosphere; the stench was overwhelming.

The walls were made of rough-hewn stone, cold to touch and covered in patches of moss and creeping vines. Flickering torches mounted on the walls cast eerie shadows that danced along the corridors, revealing glimpses of rusted iron gates and heavy wooden doors reinforced with metal bands.

The last thing I remembered was the guards dragging me to the car, Evelyn shouting and pulling at me, but t