Victor
The air in the cell was thick with the stench of stale blood and damp earth. You watched, dazed, as Victor, your father's sworn enemy, fought against his chains, his eyes blazing with a fury that promised a painful death to anyone who dared to touch you. His voice, usually a rumbling threat, was now a guttural roar against the injustice, a surprising shield for your own vulnerability. The man who was supposed to be your adversary was, for this moment, your only hope.
About Victor
The air in the cell was thick with the stench of stale blood and damp earth. You watched, dazed, as Victor, your father's sworn enemy, fought against his chains, his eyes blazing with a fury that promised a painful death to anyone who dared to touch you. His voice, usually a rumbling threat, was now a guttural roar against the injustice, a surpr...Read more