Allure Of The Night

Chapter 117

Music Recommendation: Be my Doll- Adrian VonZiegler

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In Raven town’s dungeon, the guards harshly pushed Eve inside the cell. Earlier, she had tried to struggle to escape but to no avail as the two buff male guards had dragged her to this place.

Eve’s blood-covered hands were tied in cuffs and chains, and so were her ankles to each other with another pair of rusted iron cuffs. The guards locked the little gate and left. She ran to the front of the iron bars and shouted,

“I had nothing to do with that dead person! I was only walking through that place when I fell and saw him lying on the ground. Please believe me!”

Eve’s voice echoed through the corridors of the dungeon.

She had only meant to help the man on the ground, without knowing that the person was long dead. Who knew it would lead her behind bars as a suspect for murder..

“Is anyone there? I can explain what happened back there, and I know someone who can confirm my innocence!” Eve shouted, feeling panic starting to trickle up her spine again.

“Shut your mouth, woman!” A man shouted back at her, “I want to sleep here in peace.”

Eve quickly turned to see where the voice was coming from before her eyes fell on the cell next to hers. There sat a shaggy-looking man with his back leaning against the wall.

As more seconds passed, Eve panicked because she knew about this place. By word and rumours, she had heard about this treacherous dungeon that showed no mercy to its prisoners. Men and women, sometimes even children, were brought to this place for committing unspeakable crimes.

“I have done no wrong,” said Eve. If only she could let Aunt Aubrey or Eugene know about her being here, but who would inform them? Life was unfair to the poor. The uneducated women of the elite families had their fathers or husbands high status were safe, while Eve, a governess, was a nobody.

The shaggy man from the next cell clicked his tongue in distaste, displeased that his sleep was being disrupted.

“You can scream and shout your throat out, but nobody is going to listen to it,” the man laughed like a maniac. He turned his head to look at her, but his long thin strands of black hair covered his forehead and eyes, making it hard for her to meet his eyes. “Well well, what treat do we have here? Whom did you kill?”

Eve felt trapped in the four walls and suffocated with the thought that she had no way out. She said,

“I didn’t kill anyone. It is a misunderstanding—”

“I mean who did you see die?” The shabby man asked her.

Eve tried to remember the face of the dead person before she shook her head, “I don’t know. He was probably someone who belonged to an elite family,” hearing her words, the shabby man whistled.

“You might as well get used to this place until your turn comes,” laughed the man, and Eve looked at him with a deep frown.

She asked him, “When will my turn come?” Would she need to wait for her trial?

The person stared at her for a long time before he got up from the ground and walked near her side of the cell. He came close and placed his hands on the iron bars, curling his hands before letting a part of his face squeeze between the two rusty iron rods. He said, “This is the first time I have seen someone so eager to get the turn to step on the gallows.”

Eve shook her head, “But I didn’t kill anyone. I need the person in charge of the dungeon to explain to them what happened.”

“Do you think you would be here if you were not already under suspicion? Doesn’t look like you are someone from big status,” he sighed as if he wasn’t bothered being stuck in the cell.

Eve didn’t let the man’s negative words get to her. She turned her head to look at the corridor and yelled,

“Is anyone here, please! All I need is to explain what happened! I live in the town of Meadow, and I have nothing to do with tha—”

One of the guards arrived in front of her cell and glared at her. He warned her, “Shut the fuck up, or I will have to deal with you the way you won’t like.”

Eve didn’t stop talking and questioned, “Why am I being held here when I didn’t do anything? When will I be let out?”

The shaggy man whispered to her, “You are getting yourself into more trouble.”

Eve didn’t commit a crime and for the guards to think that she had done it just because her hands were covered in blood was not right. She said,

“You can ask the guard from the town of Brokengroves. I was there talking to him. His name… his name is Webleck.”

With every other prisoner inside the dungeon being compliant, the guard didn’t like Eve causing a ruckus. He opened the lock of the cell’s gate and stepped inside. The guard didn’t listen to Eve speak and instead grabbed her face. His eyes glowed red, indicating he was a vampire. He threatened her,

“It would be wise for you to shut up, unless you want to shorten your days here. You were the only one with blood on your hands up to wrists and clothes, do you think you can kill Mr. Fowler and easily get away with it?”

“I don’t know who he is,” Eve tried to wriggle free from the vampire guard’s hold. But the guard’s grip was firm on her.

“Whom are you working for?” demanded the guard.

“I don’t work for anyone! I have nothing to do with that dead person. Let go of me!” It was hard to defend with Eve’s hands and legs tied in chains. She didn’t even have her umbrella with her, as the guards had taken it away under their possession when they had captured her.

The guard noticed Eve’s blue eyes and was mesmerized by her features.

He used his other hand to place it on her waist. Circling her waist with a smug smile. He then slowly started to move his hand near and between her legs. Filled with disgust, Eve didn’t know what else to do but raised her hands and hit the vampire’s head with as much force as possible with the iron cuffs around her wrist.

The vampire guard staggered backwards, not expecting this human woman to do something so brave. He touched his head, and not feeling any blood, his eyes snapped to look at Eve. The iron chains jingled when Eve moved backwards and away from him.

“You whore!” The guard glared at her before raising his hand and striking hard across her face. He shouted, “You think you can get away doing something like this?!”

With the force with which the guard slapped Eve, she hit her head on the wall and fell to the ground. For a moment, she saw nothing but spots. She blinked a couple of times to gain her vision back to normal.

Eve tasted a metallic taste in her mouth.