DEXTERA
I was dragged to the lower dungeons just like Thor ordered. The clang of the iron bars echoed long after the guards had gone. I did a brief mental note of where I was and what the cell looked like.
The cell smelled of rust, sweat, and something rotten I couldn’t quite place filled the air. Damp stone walls boxed us in with no windows and no breeze. It was just a suffocating pit of misery.
There were other women there. About four of them. They looked dirty and ragged, their bones pressing against thin, filthy skin. Their hair was matted and their bodies were frail, but their eyes....gods, their eyes were alive and wild. Crowning it all, they looked starved with more than just food.
While I occupied a small corner in the cell, I felt their gazes on me. They stared at me intensel
