Chapter 18 Dungeon Brutality

• A body can break. A mind can bend. But a soul that refuses to kneel… is a threat they'll never silence.
• The dripping never stopped.
• Each metallic drop echoed through the dungeon like a countdown—marking seconds, minutes, and hours that blurred into meaningless stretches of agony. Bobby pressed her back against the damp stone wall, the chains around her wrists cutting deeper with every subtle movement. The iron had worn her skin raw days ago. Now the metal touched bone.