Escape from Prison

Red POV.

It's been three days since the torture began, and the vampire finds a new instrument to use on me each day.

"How about this, since we only have today?" uttered the person torturing the victim as they displayed the pliers.

I was just curious and didn't say anything. I had time in the dungeon to reflect and come to terms with my situation.

I seriously doubt that the investigation in question will pay attention to me or be of any assistance!

"Why are you acting this way? The real murderer is living the high life while you're wasting your time with me." I respond while ignoring the weapon in the man's hand.

"I've already stated that you can't lie about your crime because soul eaters are extremely rare... Only your father has this skill in this part of the world, and you are his daughter. He gave it to you!" The gentleman responded by gently placing my hand on the table.

"But on that particular evening, there were a large number of guests...

But what if the murderer is a foreign national? We—Ahh!!!" My explanation came to an abrupt halt when I felt a tug on the little fingernail of my ring finger.

"Lord Lucas said your scent was all over Lady Catherine's body, so we know you're the murderer!" "Your odor permeated Lady Catherine's entire body,"

"Is Lucas aware of this savagery?" I asked, struggling to take a breath from the air.

"Without a doubt! He's an expert in everything! Lord Lucas intended for you to suffer for the murder of her beloved."

I was stunned for a brief moment before the person torturing me began to pull at my fingernails until they were all gone.

"Hmm...I suppose this will suffice as a souvenir..." The man remarked with a sly smirk at the corner of his mouth.

My body is very good at healing, but the discomfort that comes with every condition I have is a problem. Add to that the fact that my heart... I had no idea Lucas would order such an unjust act! Then, gradually, the rage I'm feeling seeps into my chest...

"Lucas, I despise you! You are entirely to blame for everything!" I said those words with firm conviction.

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Morris watches the grounds from a deer tree, keeping an eye on the castle from a safe distance.

"This is not a good sign! If Victoria and Marco find out, they will kill me!" He then signed and murmured something.

But there's nothing he can do about it; Morris can't let Red's life end this way. He mistakenly believed that abandoning her would be acceptable, but he should have known better.

Morris vanishes to his stance in an instant, only to reappear on the castle's balcony. Morris is familiar with the hidden passageways that Valir built or invented after centuries of living in the court.

Lord Valir built this passageway if they got into trouble. It is linked to every part of the castle, including the dungeon where Red is imprisoned.

"Ahh!!!"

Morris quickened his pace when he heard Red scream in the distance.

(Be strong, child... Do not perish!) However, Morris.

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In the basement...

The tormentor said, "It's amazing... You're human, but your body's healing power exceeds my expectations!" as he stuffed twenty fingernails into a container.

"Just kill me," I mumbled, crying my eyes out.

"Then confess to Lady Catherine's murder!"

My lifeless eyes shifted to the one torturing me. I was ready to admit my guilt after losing both my one and only friend and the man I love.

"I, Red Demitri, assassinated Cat—"

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Both my attention and the tormentors were focused on the wall, which was slowly opening. We're both unaware of a hidden door over there, and no one else in the castle may be either.

"Perform it for yourself!" As he prepares to fight, the tormentor says something.

"Lord Valir's daughter and you dare to touch her! You may be unaware of her witch mother's curse on anyone who tries to harm her."

"Mr. Morris..." I said as I slowly opened both of my eyes. In anticipation, I muttered.

"Curse?! I couldn't give a damn about the omens! This girl is responsible for Lady Catherine's death, and she must pay with her own life." The torturer speaks while clenching his trade tools in his hand.

"Then you must first put an end to me!" Morris confirmed this by lunging forward with his sharp nail to attack the tormentor.

Morris and the torturer moved so quickly that my regular eyes struggled to keep up with them.

The only things I can see are the tools that have been knocked over and the crumbling walls caused by the powerful impact.

"Mr. Morris..." I mumbled as I struggled to free my hands from the chains that bound them.

The fact that I am weak irritates me, and the fact that my father is the most powerful vampire. At the same time, I am a powerless mortal only adds insult to injury.

"You don't stand a chance against me! You are nothing more than a clumsy employee!" As Morris was thrown against the wall, the torturer mockingly yelled insults at him.

"Ugh!" Morris ruminates, but he can't relax because his opponent is about to make another move.

"No!!! Stop!!!" I screamed in terror when I saw the man grab Mr. Morris by the neck.

Because he is the only member of my family I have, I am terrified whenever I see him in pain because he is the only one I have.

"If you don't let him go, I swear to God I'll kill you both!" I issue a threat.

"Oh, my goodness! Assassinate me? Have you lost your mind because you can't see what's going on? Both of your lives and the life of this other man are in my hands!" The torturer said this as Mr. Morris collapsed to the ground due to the man's strangulation hold on his neck.

Morris' tormentor was more powerful than him, so despite his best efforts, he was unable to flee.

(Oh, no! I've come to save Red, but I've made a terrible mistake! This appears to be the end of my career...) While looking at me, he is quietly speaking to himself.

"Because you're loyal to this girl, I'll have to kill you first before I can follow her!" The torturer remarks preparing to stab Morris in the chest with one of his hands.

(Red, use your skills—you're quite powerful!) All you have to do is believe in yourself,...) In my ears, I heard a woman whisper.

I was taken aback as I turned around to look for the person who had been speaking.

(Concentrate! Concentrate entirely on the task at hand, and then listen to that voice again.

I clenched my fists and locked my gaze on Mr. Morris. While my attention is focused on one thing... To assist the man, I considered a second father...

When this happens, both my eyes and the necklace I received from my mother glow... As a result of the pain, the torturer's hand eventually breaks.

"F*ck! What exactly is going on?!" In a panic, the torturer muttered. Then they heard another bone snap, this time from one of his legs.