Chapter 64 A Traitor's Head

• Neil
• The stone floor was unforgiving as I hit it for the second time, the rough surface scraping against my cheek. I spat a wad of blood out onto the ground, my arms twisting violently against the iron grips of the warriors holding me down.
• I fought like hell—had been fighting like hell since the moment they dragged me into the dungeons. They’d overpowered me, and now their boots pinned my arms to the floor, their weight enough to keep even someone like me from breaking free.