A Broken Spell

Augustus walked towards the underground base of the Barbon's mansion, carrying an unconscious body of a girl who was hell determined to reveal him in front of the police. His leather boots clicked at each step while getting down on the staircase, which led it to the darkness.

Her body loosely clung on his shoulder, without any hint of stirr. He carried her easily while walking in the narrowest corridor towards the darkroom. He halted outside, gazing at the face scanner that identified him and opened the doors for him. The room lit up with red lights. The skeletons of captives laid in the corner of the room. The blood marks on the wall immersed in the red hue of the lights.

Augustus carefully kept her body on the chair and tied her with rope. Once done with tying her to the chair, he takes a look at her holding her chin. She still appeared in the dose of hibernation. He bent to her level, gazing at her face, scrutinizing it.