Katrina’s POV
“Ahhh!” The person suddenly groaned in pain.
He held me and pushed me all the way into an underground basement.
My nose immediately picked the smell of wet rust and dirty water mixed with the smell of blood and I panicked.
“No, let me out, let go of me!” I shouted and struggled out of his grip but the person was way stronger than me.
He pushed me deeper into the basement and had one of the guards who was standing guard to tie my hands.
"Who the hell are you?" I yanked on the chains, not wanting to stop struggling even though it injured me and made my wrists bleed.
He doesn't say anything and waves everyone else away, now it's just me and him in this dungeon.
"You're Stephen right?" I looked at him coldly as he approached me. "Take off your mask if you’re not a coward”
