The darkness hovering over the forgotten court seemed to have dispersed, but not in the eyes of those locked away from the world.
The Wrenmores had gone through torture they would never wish for their worst enemy. Their bodies had undergone so much emotional hammering that when the guards let them out, they dared not demand or seek answers.
"Take us back to Snowdale," they had requested during one of their many sessions with Aston.
Footsteps echoed in the distance, and soon the owner emerged from the shadows. The dungeon guards bowed, then pushed the Wrenmores ahead.
"You're free," he grinned.
Aston stared at the fragile-looking creatures. They had lost so much weight, yet their bodies carried no bruises or cuts. He smiled at his making.
"A clean job," he chuckled.
