GUESS WHO’S BACK

ARIANNE POV

Two weeks later

I walked down the damp, smelly dungeon, my heels sounding like muted whispers against the cold, stone floor. The air was thick with the scent of old sweat and rot, and every echo made the place feel even more oppressive.

Prisoners pressed against the iron bars of their cell, reaching out with clawed fingers but I didn't let that stop me. I didn't spare them any attention as I walked towards the cell at the end of the prison. 

"Open it!" I commanded the warden, who didn't ask any questions and just did as I asked. The heavy door creaked as it swung open, revealing the dimly lit cell beyond.