Ronan.
If you’re alive…
If you’re listening…
Then hurry.
Because this place is bleeding men dry, one scream at a time.
The static cuts out.
Silence crashes down.
I sag against the chains, shaking—not broken.
Not yet.
Because fear travels fast in a dungeon.
But so does hope.
And somewhere above ground, I know it now with bone-deep certainty—
The man they’re afraid of is already moving.
And when Ronan Pierce comes for us?
This dungeon won’t survive the night.
35
Jonah
Location: Underground Detention Site — Upper Tier
Time: Unknown
Idon’t remember when my hands stopped feeling like they belonged to me.
They’re there. I can see them. Bound above my head, fingers swollen and purple, nails split and cracked.
But they might as well be someone else’s.
The cold comes and goes now. The heat too. I stopped trying to track it after the third cycle when my body stopped reacting the way it used to.
That’s the worst part.
Not the pain.
Thenumbness.
They told me Ronan Pierce was dead early on. I didn’t believe them at first. Then weeks passed—months, maybe even years. No rescue. No chaos. No retaliation.
Just silence.
Silence makes liars sound convincing.
They told me Lena was dead, too.
