Chapter 17 Aria's Isolation

Alpha Damion cautiously threaded into the somber embrace of the dark room, the flickering lights of the fire torch, casting eerie shadows with each step he took. As he ventured deeper into the cell room, the once blurry figure gradually became vivid, revealing a shattered and desolate young girl huddled in a corner, her body racked with sobs of deep despair. His heart twisted with pity as he laid eyes on Karen, her fragile form a stark contrast to the brutality that had befallen her. A ghastly wound marred her left hand as dried sticky blood which had come from the cut painted her pallid skin. Her disheveled hair and blood-soaked dress only revealed to Damion the gravity of torment she had endured at the hands of those ruthless jailers.