Amethyst Phoenix
The darkness slowly melts into the background of a dungeon. Stone coloured walls coated in dried blood and other substances that signified this place as a torture chamber. Sinister laughter echoes from the spot behind me and when I turn around, I’m immediately face to face with Mason. His red lips are pulled into a malicious smile, hands situated in his pockets as his focus is entirely on the woman tied to the chair.
Taking steps to the side so that I could form a clear picture on what vision is transpiring here. Mason is immaculately dressed in his charcoal suit while the woman is in nothing but shorts and a vest. Her pale skin is covered in dirt and dried blood, scabs across her legs and arms as if she was tortured and healed. Her arms were bound behind her, the
