John POV
What the hell happened? What is that horrible stench? Wait I know this smell, this is the same smell that was in that dungeon, in the desert. I try and move but I can’t, am I tied up? How did I get here? Where is here anyway?
“Hello!” I call out but only my echo answers me. This is bad, s**t I remember, the wolves, they attacked and we got separated
“Dean!” again only the echo. Okay this could be good, he could be safe. Suddenly the lights flicker on and I squeeze my eyes shut, the rotten smell flooding my nostrils, making my eyes water
“Ah almalik alssaqit mustayqiz” a dark voice speaks and I blink a few times trying to get my eyes to adjust. The figure comes into focus and I recognize him, the same asshole that tortured us in the desert (“Ah the fallen king is awake”)
“Ah a
