SELVARA’S POV

I lifted my head slowly, only for it to slam against something sharp. Pain burst across my forehead. When I touched it, I felt nails sticking out of the iron above me. I couldn’t even see them.

The dungeon was stark black. There was no slit for light, or moonlight, and not even a crack for air. It was just made of stone, damp, and crawling things. Talking of crawling things, I've been bitten by all sorts of insects and I don't even know what exactly.

I lay there, not knowing ...