The guards kept dragging Reynold. His boots were scraping against the wet stone as they pulled him through the side passage.
His arms were locked in their grip as his knees kept hitting the ground each time they just yanked him back up without stopping.
Reynold gritted his teeth as he tried to resist.
"Fu*King move boy.." A kick landed in his ribs.
Reynold grunted and curled slightly but they did not stop dragging him.
The passage was narrow and dark. Water was dripping up from a corner. The sound of it echoed off the stone walls.
Reynold could hear Gift's voice behind him fading slowly.
"Please.. stop.. please.."
They reached the cellar door.
It was made of iron. It look heavy and dark with rust at the hinges.
One of the guards pulled the bolt and swung it open. The smell that came out from the inside was very ugly.
Two guards grabbed Reynold by the collar and the back of his belt and threw him inside.
Reynold hit the floor hard and the stone tore open his palm.
