Deep inside the dungeons where Vincent was kept, the dark thick walls of the dungeon preventing light from escaping inside, Vincent sat on the ground as Rodrigo watched him. He sat still not saying a word as he observed every detail of him.His whole body was covered in sores and injuries. His whole body bloody from different forms of torture.

A sick smile was plastered on his face as he looked up, his eyes meeting with Rodrigos. His sea-blue eyes giving off a pale dull colour, his hair pouring ...