Cruel Torture

The air hung thick with the metallic tang of blood, heavy and suffocating. It mingled with the sharp scent of fear, clinging to the walls like an evil fog. Sir Albus lay motionless, his once-majestic figure now a vivid contrast to the horrific scene around him.

His body, marked by a tapestry of crimson, displayed the savage signs of Prince Killian's onslaught. His hands and feet, bound by heavy chains, spoke of his helplessness, his final moments a testament to his cruel fate.

Each wound, a testament to Killian's viciousness, bled freely, creating a pool of crimson beneath him. There wasn't a single place left on his old body where Killian's dagger didn't pierce him. The searing pain in his throat served as a constant, agonizing reminder of the torture he had endured.