Ella
The perfect name to call this place is a beautiful dungeon, if at all there is anything beautiful about this. Dario lying on a metal bed, like a specimen for the scientist to play with. He is unconscious, the only thing letting me know he is alive is the rise and fall of his chest. My palms are still covering my mouth from the shock.
“ Isn't this inhuman?” I ask in a low whisper.
“ You keep forgetting he isn't human, Ella. None of us are humans here. This is the most lenient thing I can do for him.” He reasons with me but nothing about what I am seeing in front of me is lenient.
“ Sure, cutting off his hands is lenient.” I let out a humorless chuckle.
I move closer to examine him well. I wonder how he will feel to wake up and discover his hands ain't with him. He is covered
