Chapter 42

• Wyatt's footsteps echoed through the corridors as he marched towards the foreboding dungeons, his guards following silently in his wake. The night breeze whispered chilling groans, carrying with it the unmistakable scent of fear and suffering that stung his nostrils. Tears, urine, and blood were in the air, a dreadful symphony that guided him deeper into the shadows. Amidst the dim glow of torchlight, Wyatt's senses heightened. He didn't just hear his victim's cries; he felt them clawing at his conscience, igniting a primal thrill within him. Approaching the cell, he watched as the prisoner's eyes widened in recognition, a mix of fury and despair twisting his features.
• "You!" The prisoner's voice cracked with raw emotion. Wyatt's lips curled into a cruel smile, relishing the power pulsing through his veins. "Me," he confirmed softly, the word dripping with malice.
• "Why did you capture me here?" The vampire screeched, displaying the show of his unaccessible strength. The haunting light cast by the single bulb in the dimly lit room denied him the ability to use his strength to pinpoint Wyatt's location. Wyatt exuded a daunting aura as he crossed his muscular arms over his chest, taking a deliberate step towards the flickering light. For a prolonged moment, he stared at the vampire, his gaze piercing through the darkness and reading the fragments of his attitude, sending a shiver down the vampire's spine.