Chapter 44 - Dungeon - Part 1

I took one last glance at Violet, my eyes darting to the visible wounds on her body. The anger that I've been suppressing came back stronger and hit me like a ferocious wave as I took in the sight. Burning rage hissed through all over my body, demanding a release in the form of unwanted violence. All kinds of morality had left me, leaving only a furious beast waiting to be unleashed.

The wolf inside me was beyond enraged, nothing could ease the anger if not by killing the very man who dared to hurt our mate. It took everything in me to control my wolf to not go on a rampage, but now, there was no need to control it any longer. It was now time for him to take over, time for him to let out the fire inside him.

For the first time in a few years, my wolf took over me completely.

"Bring me to him."

Andrew nodded and staggered to the door, his face was scrunched up as he endured the pain that was inflicted through the bond due to my fury. We walked down the hall, heading straight to the dungeon where the man was in. Every person who stumbled upon us kept their heads low, noticing the atmosphere around us that was grim enough for them to know that one wrong move could cost them their lives.

In every passing minute, I could feel my anger building up to the extent I could never imagine before. At this moment, all I could ever think about was to return all the deeds he had done to my mate, but a lot harsher and fiercer. I won't let him die, but I will torture him to the brink of death—over and over again.

I will make it so that he won't even dare to think about living—even in his next life. I will give him a taste of hell. He asked for it, so I was more than willing to give. All the precious lives he took will be avenged on this day.

I will make sure of it.

Our steps came to a halt when we arrived at a garden on the farthest side of the manor. The garden itself was planted with many different kinds of flowers and plants, decorating the garden with its colorfulness that brought pŀėȧsurė to one's eyes. There was even a pond that was home to the few fishes that were under the clear water. It was undoubtedly a marvelous garden that stood on the Cassius's manor. Who would have thought that in the midst of this beauty, there was hidden a gruesome place where bloody things occurred.

Andrew shoved a few bushes aside which promptly showed the entrance to the dungeon. Behind the bushes, there was hidden a stair that will lead us underground. Without any hesitation, my feet started walking down the stairs, very eager to meet the man.

The light that came from the sun soon disappeared as we walked further down, replaced by the yellowish light that was emitted from the wall torch which illuminated the whole place. By the end of the stairs, there was an iron gate that was rusty and dirtied due to its old age and years of neglect. Andrew pushed the gate open, immediately showing a long corridor filled with the prison cells of felons.

Most of the inhabitants of this dungeon were the people who broke the law in Gordom, given punishment by the hands of the Lord himself. The lord was known as a man of virtue, being one of the most famous pure-blooded vampires. But little did the people know about how savage he was when it came to giving out punishments. He even had this amazing dungeon hidden deep in his loving home.

The fresh smell of the flowers was no more, all there is was a pungent smell of blood with the mixture of sweat, human waste, and many other awful stenches roaming freely in the air. The air was humid, but at the same time cold. The walls of this dungeon were made in such a way that the screams of the felons won't be heard from the outside. So no matter how loud their screams were, no one will ever know about the ghastly things that were taking place.

The moment you stepped into this place, you won't be able to know whether it's day or night, sunny or rainy. It was like the time had stopped in this place, in such allowing an everlasting torment to occur.

There were about twenty cells here where most of the cells were occupied by ten felons. It seemed that half of the ten people in most cells had died, hence the rotten stench. A good amount of bodies were left hanging on a rope lifelessly, some looked like they were close to the brink of death and had given up their lives, some were still trying to find ways to escape. It didn't matter whether those people were dead or alive, as long as they didn't escape. That was what these guards were ȧssigned for.

While I was walking deeper into the dungeon, someone clutched on my arm from between the iron bars, stopping me from walking further. A low growl escaped my lips the moment I halted, my anger bubbling up even worst at how someone dared to stop me. I glanced at my side to find a scrawny-looking man looking at me, his eyes were devoid of life as he stared.

"P..p..please help..." he muttered, his voice hoarse. How stupid of him, did I looked like I was kind enough to help? He shouldn't have committed a crime if he didn't want to be here in the first place.

I took his hand in mine, then bent it upwards until it was contorted in a way it was not supposed to be. The man screwed up his face with the pain, pleading and shouting for me to release his hand. Finished taking care of what was preventing me from going, I started walking away, leaving the man screaming in agony with a broken hand. If only he didn't stop me, he would still have a good pair of hands despite having no flesh to it. Such a pity.

After walking for a bit more, I finally arrived at my destination. I arrived at a solitary cell that was located by the end of the corridor, the one that was given to someone who had committed grave sins that could not be forgiven. The moment someone was thrown inside, there was no hope of them coming out alive. This was where they would spend their last moments, a place where one would be tormented to death.

The guards pushed the metal door, allowing the light from the torches outside to enter the dark concrete room. There was no window, no light, nothing but four plain walls. It was a room where one was not given the luxury of hearing, talking, or seeing. They were only given the luxury to be engulfed in complete darkness while at the same time were also being cut off from the outside world, forced to spend the little time they had left all by themselves.

The moment I laid my eyes at the man inside, it was as if something in me has finally snapped. I immediately lunged at him, grabbing him by the collar before throwing numerous punches at the man. Every punch I threw was smoldered with the resentment I had, with my anger, with the memories of the many lives he took.

I felt like a broken machine. No matter how many times Andrew shouted for me to stop, I didn't—I couldn't.

"Alpha! Stop!" Andrew tried to pull me away from the man, but I didn't heed his words. Annoyed, I hurled a punch meant for the man to Andrew, causing him to stumble backward while groaning in pain.

The thoughts of him beating Violet granted him another blow to the stomach as it angered me further. Following the blow, I sent furious kicks to his sides which caused him to cough out blood, adding up the amount of red that had been spilled on the ground.

My anger was yet to be satisfied, but Andrew insisted on stopping me from appeasing my anger when he shouted for the second time, "Stop, we can't kill him just yet! We need answers from—"

I cut him off and pushed him away as he was gripping my body, trying to prevent me from approaching the man. I couldn't care less about what he said, all I had in mind was to bring harm to the man before me.

I walked closer to the man, and he subsequently crawled away while whimpering in pain. The amount of animosity I had for him was immense, and I was sure he could feel it. By now, he should have realized that he had made a great mistake.

If someone dared to mess with me, they should be prepared to feel my wrath.

I lifted the bloodied man, wrapping my fingers around his neck. I curled my fist, ready to hit him again with it but stopped mid-air when I heard Andrew shouted, "Violet!"

Andrew brought his hands close to his face, trying to avoid any flying punches if there were any. Looking at how it was safe for him to continue, he added,

"You need to stop... for her."