Dynamis watched the gates of his cell as 'people' groaned past. Their bodies were twisted and skeleton like, eye sockets void of their original filling. Shivers ran down Dynamis' spine as the captives tried to grab him though the bars.
'This is hell.'
He thought holding his knees to his chest.
"I'm scarred."
Rago raced though the halls as he made his way to the chambers. It had been a lest forty minutes since heed left his father and he was lost. "Dammit!" He cursed tightening his fists. "Where the hell is the fucking dungeon?!"
"Two halls down to your right."
Rago looked down in surprise at a young brunette girl, around six to eight. She was small with green eyes and a loose ponytail. "Thanks." he said gently before running down the right hall and rounded the corner.
He was going to make it!
Dynamis struggled as two men, around Rago's size, grabbed his arm harshly.
"Stop!"
One broke the chains while the other threw him a pile of clothes. "Dress." He ordered in a demonic voice, he quickly obeyed. Dynamis yelped as the scratchy fabric ripped open one of his many injures. Once it was on he looked down at it.
He wore nothing but a rough grey slave shirt about the size of the one he wore days earlier. "Stand and follow me." Trembling Dynamis stood and followed roughly and stumbled harshly. "Keep going!" Whimpering he stood again and licked his dry lips.
"W-Where are y-you t-taking me?"
"Execution."
Dynamis froze before being dragged again. "W-What?! Why?!" The guard glanced/glared at him before a slight smirk pasted his features.
My master doesn't need you anymore."
Rago ran down the halls of cells searching, searching for him. His eyes darted everywhere but no matter how much he looked Dynamis wasn't there.
"Dammit!"
He snarled with blind rage.
"I'm too late!"