Olivia’s POV

There was silence in the dungeon. I was heaving hard, and sweat was dripping down my forehead.

The men looked at me in astonishment and like the brittle glass, the silence broke and they erupted into thunderous laughter.

My grimness didn’t change and I looked at them in hate and disdain.

They continued to cackle and roar. One of them leaned on his friend for support, and the third guy was wiping tears from his eyes.

“Are you being serious? Did you hear her? Stoop!” ...