CHAPTER 20
We floated behind the high members. Byron still unconscious and battered, whilst I was gagged and powerless. Our ankles wrapped by one of Jaye’s strings which he used to pull us along behind them. He kept whistling a happy tune on the way. I cursed over and over. Even if my voice had gone, I would still swear at them.
I could say that all that defiance was because I was courageous or angry, but the truth was, I was afraid. They were taking us to the dungeon. A place that haunted my nightmares. I had never been there. I never dared to know what the place the high members sent those who disobeyed them to rot looked like. Because deep down I knew I would end up there one way or another.
I saw the black door which was trimmed with a circle of yellow crystal beads. Bubbles. I didn
