The screams had finally stopped.
Ten minutes had passed. They felt like ten years to Marcus.
Inside the torture chamber, Elowen sighed. She sounded bored.
"My arm is getting tired," Elowen announced to the empty room. "And you are getting dull, little one. You aren't screaming with the same passion."
The dragon girl on the table did not respond. She just breathed. It was a ragged, wet sound.
Marcus stood on the stairs, hidden by the concealment spell. His hands were clenched so tight his knuckles hurt.
He watched Elowen stretch her arms and cracking her neck
"I need a break," she decided. "Some wine, perhaps. Maybe a change of tools."
Marcus felt a wave of relief wash over him. It was so strong his knees almost buckled.
The torture was over. For now.
Elowen turned toward the door. She paused and looked back at the dragon girl with a twisted smile.
"Don't you worry," Elowen cooed. "I will be right back. We have so much more to explore and... scream."
