Jamie pushed open the large stone door to the dungeon. Making his way down the stairs, Jamie looked focussed on the growing cries of Emma’s. It seemed to him that she was in pain, crying out for help. The thought confused him. What was happening? For a moment, he was glad that there were no other captives in the dungeon at the moment, for it would’ve been rather difficult to handle her along with them. As he walked toward her cell, she noticed that she was surrounded by his men. As he moved past them, he watched how one of them whipped a rope and thrashed it against her back. His eyes widened as he watched her cry out in pain, her dress tearing open in the back to reveal her bleeding skin underneath. Anger rose cruised through his veins at the sight and he felt as though he would burst any moment now. Finding his voice, he said in a cold tone, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” The man, Peter was his name, whirled around in surprise. He frowned at him in confusion, nonethe
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