The Another Chance To Live

Chapter Six

Void neither has a beginning nor tends to end any sooner; it will repeat those dark paths that lead you nowhere but eternity.

The ceiling was nothing like the one from the duchy, but it was rather dirty, gloomy, and without any expansive chandeliers. I was staring at it for something like an hour, but still, it felt strange.

I was suffering from a headache, and several of my muscles hurt for unknown reasons. The surface I was lying on was cold and chilly; laying on it in this winter season can easily give one hypothermia in the blink of an eye.

That old hag might have used a sleeping potion on me. She must be very skilled in that; no wonder it was so strong. I feel like puking now.

I heard children cry numerous times, and the pitch was making my headache worse since the source seemed to be closer to my body. This place must be some dungeon where people are kept after abduction, probably for slave trade.

I muster some strength in my hands and arms. I twisted my upper body before turning on my stomach and pushing the ground with my palms, as I was now able to sit up with the support from the wall.

The room was dark, and the only source of light was a lantern, illuminating a small amount of light that was barely doing any work. The place reeked of alcohol, and the heavy metallic smell of blood traveled through the air, making me dizzy. The room contained one blocked window, one door in the opposite direction, and several women and children, from infants to young adults.

What the fuck is going wrong here?

I turned in the direction of the crying and saw injured children whipping in the arms of their mothers like their lives depended on it. My entire body trembled from imagining the scenarios of what these people might have gone through and how further they could've led this to. Those women and children were abducted, separated from their families, and sold off to some rich bastards. The rage I felt was enormous, but acting out of emotion was idiotic in this situation.

How long was I even out for? The duke must have already been informed about my disappearance.

My insides started to twitch at the mere thought of him calling me to his study for the torture-I mean, interrogation-with that scary expression of his.

"Can't you please be quiet for a goddamn minute?" I was shaken by the sudden voice, which sounded utterly annoyed.

I tilted my head slightly to search for the source of the voice around the room when I was greeted by a pair of arctic blue eyes that glared at me with passion.

I might've spoken out my thoughts loudly.

In the opposite direction. The young boy, who looked the same age as me, was sitting while hugging his knees as his body leaned against the dirty wall just like mine. Those clear sapphire orbs, symbolizing the quiet but terrifying ocean, held sternness in them, and his hair had a darker shade of blue, making his appearance intimidating for a fourteen-year-old. Did I mention he looked the same age as mine?