My fear of what would happen to me down there was building. What if he didn’t let me go this time?
What if he kept me here forever and no one ever knew where I was?
Not that anyone would’ve come and got me anyway. It seemed that once Mathis claimed you were a witch you became his forever anyway.
No one looks for you. No one yearns for you. No one mourns you. And God knows how long he keeps them to torture them.
As we neared the doors to the dungeons, two of his huge lumbering ogres appeared. They were clothed loosely in what looked like servant’s clothes. But they barely spanned the length of the creatures’ hulking shoulders. The pants were torn around their calves and their eyes roved over me hungrily.
No one can believe they’re human. Not even close.
But when they’d come to th
