Chapter 73. Klaus

After a very short break from chest binds, Garsam was having difficulty getting used to it again. Thankfully, the weather was so cold it could freeze the fur off a wolf, so she could attribute her slight chest bulge to the extra layers.

She puffed out cold air as she walked into the dungeon. It was bright down there, and the sound of screams rang intermittently. Garsam rubbed her ears; looks like someone new was in the torture chamber.

She walked farther down and stopped in front of a large cell. It was the size of a small room and was usually used to hold large numbers of rogues. Now it only had one human occupant and his four reindeers. There were empty food trays in the cell, but by the size, she knew they were used to feed the reindeers. The reindeers were currently asleep.

Their owner was seated crossed-legged and leaning against the stone walls. Garsam stifled a gasp. His dark hair had turned white from the tips, but she could still see traces of black in the