Torturing Yvonne And Asmund
The air was thick with the scent of damp stone and the faint echo of distant moans. Alaric stood outside Yvonne's cell, his expression cold and calculating. He had spent the past few hours interrogating Eskil's comrades, and now it was time to deal with the mastermind behind the attack on House Galanis.
He signaled to the guards to open the cell door. The heavy iron door creaked open, revealing Yvonne huddled in the corner, her wrists and ankles bound with thick ropes. Her eyes widened as Alaric stepped into the cell, his presence filling the small space with an almost palpable tension.
Alaric approached her slowly, his footsteps echoing ominously in the silence. He knelt beside her, his eyes locked onto hers. "You've caused a lot of trouble, Yvonne," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "And now, you're going to pay for it."