Tattle tale- Part 1

The black witcher was put in one of the rooms of the little dungeon of Quinn's mansion. His hands and legs tied with his mouth still being stuffed with the cloth to stop him from committing suicide. It didn't take them much time to know and understand that the other black witcher had killed himself to avoid them from torturing him when he realized that he was going to lose by the hands of the pureblooded vampire. 

Penny and Damien stood in front of the man who was shackled. His form had not returned back to humans and still continued to look like a black witcher which he was. 

"What are we going to do with him?" Penny asked Damien now that they had returned back to the mansion, "If we pull out the cloth there's a possibility of him biting his tongue like the other," she said staring at the witcher who stared back at her, his eyes looking wild with the slid eyes, struggling from the bounds which were of no use.