Her Only Saviour

53. Beneath the Skin

𝕿𝖊𝖗𝖆 𝖒𝖊𝖗𝖆 𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖍𝖙𝖆 𝖍𝖆𝖎 𝖐𝖆𝖎𝖘𝖆
𝕴𝖐 𝖕𝖆𝖑 𝖉𝖔𝖔𝖗 𝖌𝖆𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖆 𝖓𝖆𝖍𝖎

𝕿𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖑𝖎𝖞𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖗 𝖗𝖔𝖟 𝖍𝖆𝖎 𝖏𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖊
𝕿𝖚𝖏𝖍 𝖐𝖔 𝖉𝖎𝖞𝖆 𝖒𝖊𝖗𝖆 𝖜𝖆𝖖𝖙 𝖘𝖆𝖇𝖍𝖎

𝕶𝖔𝖎 𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖍𝖆 𝖒𝖊𝖗𝖆 𝖓𝖆 𝖍𝖔 𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖇𝖎𝖓𝖆
𝕳𝖆𝖗 𝖘𝖆𝖆𝖓𝖘 𝖕𝖊 𝖓𝖆𝖆𝖒 𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖆

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The dungeon was quieter than usual.

No scuffling.
No shouting.
Just a heavy, weighted silence, like the calm before a brutal storm.

She arrived without announcement. The steel door creaked open as her stiletto heels clicked on the cold stone floor. Her sleek navy trench coat billowed slightly behind her, lips painted blood-red, hair flowing in a disciplined wave.

She stepped into the chamber—and smirked.

There he was.
The man who’d once dared to escape her web.
Now, shackled once again to the iron chair.
Bleeding.
Bruised.
But still defiant.

She walked over slowly, eyeing him like a lioness circling prey.

And then, with a cruel smile, she leaned in and repeated his own words in a mocking whisper,

“𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶.
𝘋𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶.
𝘐’𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨.
𝘐’𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨.
𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺
𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦…”

She let out a soft, amused laugh.

“You poor thing,” she whispered, tilting his chin with a single gloved finger. “You think letters scare me? You think a shattered man with hollow threats is going to ruin me?”

She pulled away, eyes glittering.

“Before I kill you,” she said casually, “I’ve a few more things to settle. So stay alive… a little longer.”

With that, she turned on her heel and walked toward the far wall of the dungeon.

A hidden latch clicked open.
A concealed door.
Another tunnel.
Another layer to her endless web.

Just before vanishing into the shadowed corridor, one of her men approached hurriedly.

“Ma’am. We found the other guy. In Sector 9.”

She didn’t stop walking.

“Go there. Leave this one tied up. And pull back the guards. All of them.”

The man blinked. “Ma’am, but—”

Her voice was cold steel.

“I said, leave him alone. Let’s see what he does without eyes watching.”

And she disappeared into the hidden loop—leaving the tied man alone in the cold silence of the dungeon, no guards… but too broken to even move.

Or so she thought.

The corridor twisted like a serpent—dark, damp, and reeking of mold and metal. Every few feet, dim yellow bulbs flickered, casting uneven light across the decaying walls. It wasn't just a passage. It was a descent.