KIERAN BLACKWOOD
The room where Joseph is trapped is a dark and stuffy place.
The heavy air of rust and the metallic scent of blood permeate the walls.
It is a forgotten dungeon, far from the mansion, a place I have carefully prepared for what I plan to do with him.
I enter without haste, my firm steps echoing off the walls, the sound of each one resonating like the prelude to the revenge that is finally about to be fulfilled.
The steel door creaks when it closes behind me, leaving only a lamp hanging from the ceiling to illuminate the scene unfolding in front of me.
Joseph is suspended in the center of the room, his arms bound by silver chains that hold him to the ceiling, preventing any sudden movement.
His body is visibly weak and worn, but he smiles sarcastically when he se
