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The dungeon of the castle was one filled with dirt. This dirt consisted of bad hygiene mainly being rats, no cleaning, and prisoners. It was a dark place where not much light was present -– merely a few fiery torches scattered about. Using one's hearing, the vile water drops, where the question remains whether it is water, sounded eerily throughout the dungeons. It was running off the cell walls and prisoners would not be hesitant in consuming it if truly required.

The prisoners were locked separately in cells all adjoined, the bars strong enough to even withhold him whose forte was physical prowess from even attempting to attack them.

Drip drip, drop. Drip drop. As the drops continued descending from the ceiling we see a man sitting in his cell in almost total darkness. Cling shuffle cling shuffle cling... A figure approaches the cell and from the sounds thereof it is a well-armoured one. It was a guard. Ticca-ticca-ticca-tic! The sound of a sword moved alongside the strong bars.

“You!” a rough voice exclaimed. “Come.”

With his back turned, from the position of the guard, we barely see the face of the one imprisoned but he seems to notice the caller as he slightly moves his head to the sound of the voice and uttered some simple irritated grumbling.

“You!!” the guard yelled. “Pay heed!!”

The figure in the cell hardly moved. We see another prisoner in the abutting cell maneuvering to its frontal bars that restrain him from escape. “You would be wise to heed the man.” He said this with an old ragged voice as if tired from life.

“Silence, old fool!” the guard yelled with an angry voice. He then suddenly sounded more sadistic. “Perhaps I shall torture you if you do not keep silent,” he emphasized with a grin.

“No, please,” the old man begged as he held the strong bars with his weak hands. “Do not t--”

“Then silence!” as the guard swung his sword against the cold cell bars. He grabbed the old man and pulled his head towards them to injure him. He was successful in doing so as the poor old figure quickly fell to the ground and mumbled in pain, almost crying. Then the sadistic guard continued his business with the other prisoner.

“Will you still come, or must I come to you?” as he grinned. “Enough. Prepare now, prisoner.”

He grabbed his keys and opened the cell. With his sword unsheathed he moved towards the prisoner who still did not show a visible reaction. He quickly thudded the back of his heavy sword into the prisoner's shoulder.

“Oof!” he exclaimed as he fell to the floor. It was a painful strike. As he found himself on the foul prison floor the guard put aside his sword and used his heavily armoured fist to pound into his back.

“Take that, you vile fool!” he uttered sadistically and angrily.

“Arrgh... arghhh!” the prisoner yelled as he attempted to grab the guard but this proved difficult in the position. The guard did not cease his deliveries of pain upon him and commenced grabbing and pulling his hair from behind as he seated himself upon him. He then held his head vehemently back and suddenly with high speed moved it towards the ground forward whereafter the side of the prisoner's head banged into it.

“Arrrrrgh! Nooo! Oof....” the defenseless prisoner grumbled and yelled as blood was seeping from his face as the sadist guard still had grab of his hair. “You dirty--” His head was moved upwards and banged into the ground once more. “Arrrrrrgggghhhh!!!”

“Heh heh heh. Heh heh heh heh heh!” the sadist laughed maniacally with soft exclamation.

Shuffle shuffle, step step. Another guard approached.

“Who goes there?” the sadist asked without even turning his head to regard who came, as he had his eyes fixed upon the prisoner before him.

“It is I: the only one to ever challenge you, Longmore” the approaching guard said with confidence.

“Cease your futile gibberish, Hensen,” said the sadistic Longmore while he still had his eyes fixed upon his victim but moved his head slightly to the side to address Hensen. “You who are merely a fool is not to interfere. Not with anything. Do you understand?”

“Tsk tsk tsk,” Hensen replied confidently. “Strong words for a madman. Now, release the prisoner.”