The Haunting Lute
The harsh sound of Lucius' accusations echoed around the well-designed prison. Michaela, who was still ensnared in his crushing grip, struggled against his strength, her heart pounding in anger.
"Enough of this madness, Lucius!" Michaela managed to spit out, her voice strained and raspy from fear and agitation. "I have done nothing to deserve this torment!"
A harsh, mirthless laugh echoed ominously through the claustrophobic prison walls, sending shivers down her spine. Lucius' icy blue eyes now glowed with unsettling crimson light as he glared down at her, unyielding in his accusations.
"Believe what you will, but your delusions won't change the truth," Michaela retorted, her defiance struggling against the fear welling up inside her. "I've been trapped in this wretched cell, wrongfully accused and imprisoned. I harbor no revenge, only a desire for justice!"