We Wait

Sienna calmly walked down the flight of stairs. With each step she took lower there was a corresponding click of her heels. The burning yellow flames from the Sconces on the wall lit the path which guided her all the way down the underground torture quod.

Reaching leveled ground, Sienna heard the twelfth blood-curdling scream since she began her journey down. She stood as still as a wax figure and sucked in a good long breath. The familiar scent of freshly shed blood tainted it.

How perfect. Finally, she is in her safe place.

The torture quod looked the same as it has always been, relatively dark and depressing without a bleak of natural lighting coming in; adding pressure to the mental torture of its hundreds of captives. Being built with stones placed above each other for support in addition to the burning torches on the wall, emitted vibes incredibly similar to the crude dungeons of ancient days. Vast varieties of both named and unnamed modern torture devices were arranged so neatl