The Frustrated Thorne
Asher walked into a more eerie part of the dungeon.
Its deeper recesses were enveloped in an almost palpable darkness. The corridor, where Asher walked with confident steps, echoed with a chorus of eerie whispers, groans, and the occasional raspy breath, heightening the sense of unease.
Not even windows were present in these cells, preventing any light from entering.
As he approached one of the cells, a smirk formed on his face as he slid open the bean slot, "Knock, knock," Asher's voice was dripping with mockery, "Are you still breathing in there, or feeling good for a second round?"
A shuffling noise emanated from within the cell, "H-Hellbringer!" Victor's voice came through, cracked and filled with pain. His breaths were ragged and uneven, hinting at the torment he'd been subjected to.