Accompanied by a slightly heavy creaking sound, the woman followed the gap and entered the dim basement—
Her footsteps on the wooden stairs made a "creak creak" sound, which seemed exceptionally eerie in the dark, like a ghost in the shadows.
The air was filled with a musty odor, mixed with a touch of dampness; in short, it was not a place for people to stay.
The woman walked slowly to an iron door, took out a very old-looking key from her body, inserted it into the lock, and twisted it; instantly, the iron door opened, and the smell inside was even more unpleasant.
In the dim light, the woman saw a person curled up on the ground, with both hands and feet bound.
With a dark smile in her eyes, she squatted down and reached out to lift the person's chin; it was an extremely ugly face, "Master, are you getting used to staying here?"
"Heh, it's alright, much more comfortable than my bed; my bed is too soft, I can never sleep peacefully."
