Blood Culling

Part 3

Edwards woke up, he didn't know how much time had passed. He was chained to a wall, he realized that when he tried to move. The holy magic wherever he was kept him from escaping. Matthews leaned against the wall, waiting, listening, maybe someone would come down there, talk to him.

Hours went by, not a single soul had even come near the room, he had figured out that he was in some cellar, a dungeon, whatever it was, it was underground, and no one went near. Edwards spent the next few hours fighting with the chains trying to break them. Someone opened the door, Matthews' wrists were bleeding from all the struggling.

There were 3 guards now standing in front of him, one held a tray that had old, stale, and mold-covered food. The guard holding the tray threw the food to the floor in front of Edwards, "good luck eating that, bastard" the man had a thick heavy accent, Edwards couldn't place where it was from, but he was definitely foreign.

The guards left the room, disappearing, Edwards continued trying to find a way out. After multiple days, he gave up, he had hoped he'd get out, but not anytime soon. Once a day, every day, the same 3 guards would come to the room, throw a tray of food at him, then disappear until the next day. Edwards grew tired of this. Matthews decided to kick the tray, move them around, make it as hard as he could for the guards to collect them when they returned.

Weeks had passed. One day, a guard had grown tired of his theatrics, as Edwards's foot came into contact with the tray, the guard punched him in the face, as his gauntlets were made of metal, his nose shattered. The guards left the room, Edwards had blood dripping down his chin, the lower half of his face covered. Matthews remained like that, multiple days passed, he never took a bite of any of the food, he didn't need it.

The guards returned, this time they held no tray of food, one had their weapons drawn, the other 2 just stood back, watching, not wanting to stop what might happen. The guard wielding the blade was short, fat, had a helmet on so his face couldn't be seen. The guard started walking towards Edwards, pointing his blade at his heart, Edwards closed his eyes, and just waited.