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The dungeon's walls were damp and flaking, while water from condensation settled on the ceilings and on it's surface. Mould and the sweat of all who inhabited it gave the atmosphere and unpleasant and unsettling odor to the air. It could almost choke you and make you sick. Torches of fire lit the way up to a stair well, which wound it's way up and up and up... and up.

Echoing footsteps on concrete and stone floor could be heard making it's way up the steps. Into the darkness above... screaming was heard and cries of agony every moment or so, through the cells and torture chambers.

Ahhhhhh!!!!!!!!!

A woman's eyes blinked as she peered into the dark surroundings. She wondered who these people were who cried from their pains... and in such a horrible place as this. Her stomach felt bruised against the muscle and bone of the man who carried her. A man she knew most of her life. Hiroki... A little flailing action caught her eye once again to the bottom left of her sight and she looked down. Her friend had been dragged some way by her throat. She wouldn't be surprised if her whole neck was purple and blue by how strong this man was. Her friend's face was bloodied from a single punch from this man and she was dramatically weakened by it. Currently now, she was conscieous and had struggled to fight him, but to not the slightest effect. She kicked the ground and dug in her heels as she was bent over backward. She choked.
''I can't believe you are doing this! You're Niki's friend! My mothers friend too! Why are you doing this to us! We've done nothing wrong!'' Nikito, the woman over the man's shoulder, looked at her with sad eye and turned her eyes away to her bound wrists and bloodied hands. Her forearms rested against Hiroki's back. They had put up a fight, but it didn't last long at all... it was all so fast...! But then they found themselves in here...
She blinked, her blue eyes feeling hot as tears started to build. But she refused to blink again and let them break the surface. She turned her head.
''Hiroki... I know you wouldn't do this unless you were forced to. I know you. You... were just like your brother but more silent. And much more of a gentleman'' She laughed nervously, but with sadness in her voice. ''I know you want them back... your brother and that woman you love... but please... don't take Hope with us too. Please let her go free; she has a family, friends!'' It didn't look as though Hiroki was about to answer but then he finally spoke.
''I can't... I wouldn't do this if I knew I was able to beat them... but I can't do this alone, and anyone I can rely on to help me is either dead or they are one of 'them'. What else can I do...'' He blinked, his left eye able to see but his right eye completely white and blinded. Nikito swallowed, her voice sore from when she had experienced the 'first round'. First when they awoke, she was the older of the two girls and had undergone treatment of some sort; strapped down while her tendons for her feet were cut and she herself had to rip the nails from her hands. The blood now was crispy and blackened but her ankles still bled and burned hot from the deep wounds. Her attention to her wounds was broken when Hiroki moved his right arm in a bigger motion than how he had been and saw that Hope was now being dragged by the hair. The young girl flinched and whispered, now having relief for her swollen neck.
''You... you can't be serious...'' Her voice was so quiet Nikito didn't know what she said until she herself turned her head to look over Hiroki's shoulder. A room lit round it's door showed a room plunged by darkness a meter in. The strong scent of blood and rotting dead hit her and her body froze, her eyes dialated with fear and she couldn't breathe. Disgusting sounds were heard from the other side and silhouettes were seen of what 'things' were beyond the door. She felt the muscles of Hiroki's back tense and his hand on the base of her spine press and take hold of the material of her top. He inhaled.

''I'm sorry...''

Description
The dungeon's walls were damp and flaking, while water from condensation settled on the ceilings and on it's surface. Mould and the sweat of all who inhabited it gave the atmosphere and unpleasant and unsettling odor to the air. It could almost choke you and make you sick. Torches of fire lit the way up to a stair well, which wound it's way up and up and up... and up.

Echoing footsteps on concrete and stone floor could be heard making it's way up the steps. Into the darkness above... screaming was heard and cries of agony every moment or so, through the cells and torture chambers.

Ahhhhhh!!!!!!!!!

A woman's eyes blinked as she peered into the dark surroundings. She wondered who these people were who cried from their pains... and in such a horrible place as this. Her stomach felt bruised against the muscle and bone of the man who carried her. A man she knew most of her life. Hiroki... A little flailing action caught her eye once again to the bottom left of her sight and she looked down. Her friend had been dragged some way by her throat. She wouldn't be surprised if her whole neck was purple and blue by how strong this man was. Her friend's face was bloodied from a single punch from this man and she was dramatically weakened by it. Currently now, she was conscieous and had struggled to fight him, but to not the slightest effect. She kicked the ground and dug in her heels as she was bent over backward. She choked.
''I can't believe you are doing this! You're Niki's friend! My mothers friend too! Why are you doing this to us! We've done nothing wrong!'' Nikito, the woman over the man's shoulder, looked at her with sad eye and turned her eyes away to her bound wrists and bloodied hands. Her forearms rested against Hiroki's back. They had put up a fight, but it didn't last long at all... it was all so fast...! But then they found themselves in here...
She blinked, her blue eyes feeling hot as tears started to build. But she refused to blink again and let them break the surface. She turned her head.
''Hiroki... I know you wouldn't do this unless you were forced to. I know you. You... were just like your brother but more silent. And much more of a gentleman'' She laughed nervously, but with sadness in her voice. ''I know you want them back... your brother and that woman you love... but please... don't take Hope with us too. Please let her go free; she has a family, friends!'' It didn't look as though Hiroki was about to answer but then he finally spoke.
''I can't... I wouldn't do this if I knew I was able to beat them... but I can't do this alone, and anyone I can rely on to help me is either dead or they are one of 'them'. What else can I do...'' He blinked, his left eye able to see but his right eye completely white and blinded. Nikito swallowed, her voice sore from when she had experienced the 'first round'. First when they awoke, she was the older of the two girls and had undergone treatment of some sort; strapped down while her tendons for her feet were cut and she herself had to rip the nails from her hands. The blood now was crispy and blackened but her ankles still bled and burned hot from the deep wounds. Her attention to her wounds was broken when Hiroki moved his right arm in a bigger motion than how he had been and saw that Hope was now being dragged by the hair. The young girl flinched and whispered, now having relief for her swollen neck.
''You... you can't be serious...'' Her voice was so quiet Nikito didn't know what she said until she herself turned her head to look over Hiroki's shoulder. A room lit round it's door showed a room plunged by darkness a meter in. The strong scent of blood and rotting dead hit her and her body froze, her eyes dialated with fear and she couldn't breathe. Disgusting sounds were heard from the other side and silhouettes were seen of what 'things' were beyond the door. She felt the muscles of Hiroki's back tense and his hand on the base of her spine press and take hold of the material of her top. He inhaled.

''I'm sorry...''