Only his own voice came back to him, distorted and hollow. The echoes seemed to go on forever, bouncing off the stone walls and disappearing into the darkness above.
A strange whistling sound filled the air, like wind through empty caves, but there was no wind in this place. The sound made his skin crawl and filled him with a sense of dread that went deeper than mere fear.
Cold sweat began to bead on his forehead.
He could barely see beyond the circle of pillars. The torchlight only reached so far, and beyond that was darkness so complete it seemed solid. For all he knew, the chamber extended for miles in every direction or ended just beyond the light.
FUCK!" Jaenor shouted, pulling against his chains. "Who the fuck brought me here? Come out, m***fuckers!!"
Jaenor was frustrated and afraid. The chains weren't letting him move an inch, and the anticipation of something happening to him was growing by the second.
