Asher’s pov.
Carlos trails behind me as I make my way down the stairs and into the basement cells.
The moment I’m inside I hear the sounds. Wails, screams, moans of pain from people who are grasping onto life with the last bit of strength they had, too bad they’re screaming was leaching our even more of their life in that case.
The floor of the prison, even the paths exempted from the actually cells were stained with blood that seeped into every crevice of the stone floors and wall, other than the overhead lights fixed into the ceiling this place was shrouded in darkness and this aura of misery that would weigh down on anyone’s shoulders, but of course not mine.
When we walked past the cells some stretached out their hands to beg for mercy, others cursed at me and spit my shows, some c
