Chapter 194. Spawn of Evil

Vaheed's POV

Stuck to the suspended web-like chains, I was like an agonizing bee that had lost its sting on a path to die a gruesome death.

With my feet nine inches from the ground in the dark basement of clay bricks under the synagogue, my body hung off the wall in a silver web. Silver chains could not restrict me and this basement was not meant to be a torturing chamber.

Therefore, the one called Dymian bound me to a network of thorny, powerful chains that could cut through the bone. My movements triggered Seff, who was my jail keeper, and he liked to use my chest as his dart board for his dry ice daggers. The wounds and gashes weren’t allowed to heal before he came back to re-open them.

Bastards.

My swollen black and blue eyes stared at the blackness in boredom. The sulfuric stench suffocated me to the point where my body was stuffed with it, feeling and looking half dead. My wrists and ankles were losing skin and becoming very raw.