"Akkhh, it stinks in here!" Anna spoke, her hand closing her nose, a grimace on her face, while she held her bow on her back.
"AAghh, we are in the sewers Anna!...now can you stop whining!" Aiden deadpanned while carrying his spear.
"I know! And the more we go deeper the more it gets cold!" Rapunzel reminded the obvious.
They were walking in a tunnel, where the sewer water reached their knees, the horrid smells, so thick and cloying that they felt it permeating their clothes and skin, their noses burned, rats were swimming under them, yet they could barely see them as the water was a thick black-green color, and the only light they have, was Flynn's torch.
"Remind me to take a bubbly bath when we get back," Anna said.
"When we finish this, I'm so gonna demand a vacation!" Flynn announced.
"Well, smells are better than screams, at least they stopped a while ago," Anna was saying then Aiden shushed her off,
"Do you hear that?" Aiden asked,
They silenced themselves so they can try and hear to what Aiden was talking about. And then they heard it, a man's laughter.
"Over their.." Aiden pointed up front where a ladder stood straight leading upwards.
"Come on!" Anna whispered, motioning with her hand for the others to follow her, "...stay silent!"
As they approached the ladder, they were able to hear an old immoral man's voice from the upper floor saying, "I'll be back in a minute now, darling",then they heard footsteps echoing, fading away, then a metal door to what looks like was heavy, creaks open then closes.
They reached the ladder, then looked up to see that there was a sewer doormat and in the middle of it, were three holes, allowing some of the light of the upper room to come down on them. They climbed the ladder silently, not willing to make the sound of their feet hitting the metal of the ladder to imitate. Aiden was first to lift the doormat very slightly allowing only their eyes to peek around. The first thing they saw was a huge thick metal door, with bottom bars, and behind the bars, was a dark room, barely visible yet, they saw a pale figure on the ground...a woman.
Their faces went slack, mouth slightly open, body unmoving, and color draining from their faces as they stared wide-eyed at something no one else could possibly believe to see, they just froze up to a point where they can hardly breathe, a haunted look splattered their faces, they couldn't blink, they just couldn't blink at such a mere sight.
There, a woman lay on the stony, harsh floor, unmoving, she was so skinny, her back facing them, yet just by a look, can be clearly described with one word, misery. She had pale as white yet bleeding skin, platinum oily, bloody and dirty loose hair spread on the floor, her back was bare from cloth, yet it wore raw, red gashes arbitrarily scattered all over it, strips of flesh torn, trickles of crimson blood seeped down it, dripping on the disgusting black stained floor, that Anna could only recognize as old and dried blood, her arms and legs were bare, bruised all over. The bruises were a multitude of hues, colors that normally should not be on someone's skin. There were garish purple splotches, roughly the size of a fist, while others were more grayish, but still looked just as bad. And they were all over her. It was horrible. And it wasn't just the bruises. There were scars, too. Lines across her body, like someone or something had dug it's nails into her, tearing her flesh. Someone had clawed away at her, the gashes told the whole story. Deep knife cuts, and the thing that was suppose to cover her body barely did its job, she was practically nude, wrists and ankles overwhelmed with cuffs and chains. A broken mirror lay in the corner, and a broken bull whip lay on the other side. The four comrades could hardly bear to look at her.
