Dungeon

“Oh gods…” Ginevra was standing at the last stair, blocking my way. I slightly pushed him down the final step, and my heart immediately dropped into my stomach.

It was another dungeon, but this time it wasn’t empty. Two cells held almost half a dozen humans each. In the other cells, though I couldn’t see anything, I heard unrest—agitation and growling echoing from the shadows.

“Help us. Please,” one of them whispered in a low, desperate voice.

Ginevra rushed to the nearest cell, trying to free them, but the moment his hand touched the metal, he hissed in pain and jerked back.

“Shit, those bastards!” he spat through gritted teeth, shaking his hand. “Don’t touch these bars. Fuck, it stings!”

“Please, get us out of here,” another voice cried, trembling with fear.

“Shhh, we’ll find a way,” I said, trying to calm them down.

“I have a family,” one of them sobbed.

Soon, all of them were crying out, their voices blending into a chaotic chorus of pleading and panic.