Chapter 70 – The Torture Room
****Isabelle’s POV****
The door was heavier than she expected.
It groaned against its hinges as she pushed, metal shrieking in protest before giving way. A wave of stagnant air rolled over her—thick, damp, and carrying a tang that made the back of her throat burn. It was a smell she recognized instantly. Blood. Not fresh, but old enough to have sunk into the walls, into the very foundation of this place.
Her boots touched the threshold, and the world seemed to exhale in silence.
The room was vast, but the darkness made it feel smaller. A single overhead bulb swung lazily from a frayed cord, casting fractured cones of light across the concrete floor. Every sway revealed something new—a glint of rust on a chain, the curved edge of a hook, a splash of dark r
