KING OF THE CURSED

(The intruder’s death)

Alpha Dargan

A black sac over the head of the caught culprit his hands knitted against the other with a hard binding rope biting onto his skin.

The blazing torches lit up burning ferociously in the air as the sound of the dungeon doors creaked open and a familiar scent hit my nostril and had me wrinkling my nose with a sneer.

“I’m here my Lord you sent for me.” her voice stirred the cold cell room and pricked the impatient demon in me waiting to snap.

“Get the sac off,” I instructed and saw the fear dancing in her eyes as she...