Bound and Tortured

29 Bound and Tortured

A circle was in the center of the room with ancient markings surrounding it. The walls, the ceiling, and the floor were covered in violet glowing runes. There in the circle was Blake Alden, bleeding and unable to move.

Blake's wrists and ankles were chained to the floor, and his eyes were blindfolded. He struggled, trying to break free. He could sense a spell weakening him. It kept him from escaping and cloaking him from others of his kind.

It was cold, and the only sound he could hear was a water leak.

-Drip... Drip… Drip, a small puddle had formed nearby. He could hear the water hit that puddle.

He wasn't sure how long he had been locked up in here. His guess was at least 2 days.

"What a damn fool I am," Blake yelled out, angry with himself. He had been in far worse situations, yet this time, he had been out¬smarted by a fucking Demon half-breed.