Riley headed to the dungeon when she heard that Kamilla had woken from her haze. She stared at Riley through the silver barred cell of the dungeon with a silent rage. She glared at Riley with pure hatred gleaming in her eyes.
Riley looks back at the guard on duty, Jared. He was a tall brooding sort with tanned brown skin, long dreaded hair, and tattoos down both arms. He had kind brown eyes though, Riley could see it when she looked at him. He didn’t particularly care for dungeon duty, but all the men had to take their turn in that depressing place.
“The trolley, Jared. Please.” Riley said softly. Kamilla stared at her in shock. “You weak b***h! You’re nothing! You don’t have it in you! You are soft, you can’t torture me. Inside you know it, you’re still that worthless girl we used to
