THE DUNGEON

Elena

Femi’s Arrival.

When the battered and bloodied Femi was dragged into the grand dining room, time seemed to stop. I remained seated in Donald’s lap, calm yet fully alert. My heart thudded as he collapsed to his knees, crawling forward on trembling limbs.

He forced himself to look up, eyes filled with misery and shock, meeting mine. I gave no reaction only a firm, unmoving gaze. Beside me, Donald rested a possessive hand on my waist, anchoring us together.

Femi’s ...