The Price of Betrayal

Chapter 93.

The dungeon reeked of fear as it clung to the air like a thick fog, suffocating, inescapable. The walls, cold and damp, bore the silent screams of those who had begged for mercy and received none. The only sounds now were the slow, deliberate footsteps of Dante Valerio Blackridge.

He moved like a ghost, his presence commanding, his aura lethal. A cigarette dangled from his lips, the em