It had been hours since Darian told the guard to kill the guy who helped me. His screams stopped, actually no, he begged for his life one last time they took it from him and the sound that followed was a metal door sliding shut with a loud lock clicking into place. They had left it open on purpose, wanting me to hear him being tortured before his eventual death.

Now when I looked at my captive hands they were stained with blood that would never be washed off. 

I closed my eyes ...