Days has past and Vince was still in the dungeon, his wounds and injuries are all healed and he is strong like his normal self, he is been feed daily and twice each day with a rich and delicious meals making him to wonder why he is being treated like that when he was nothing but an enemy assassin that penetrated were he shouldn't have.
If not for the cold wall and irons of the dungeon, he would have concluded that he is in a room and being treated like a guest, he has also been practicing inside the dungeon flexibly because he wasn't chained to a place making him able to walk freely inside his dungroom.
This morning he has just finished practicing and sweating like a man coming out from a s****l intercourse that lasted for hours, his hair damp, his chest rising and falling as he heaves,
