Lindsey POV
I stared at the woman who had made my life a living hell, her husband standing back, his eyes full of grief, the guards ready at a moment's notice to kick him out of the dungeon if he so much as made a move towards her. She didn't look so haughty now, I noted, with her blonde hair all disheveled and matted, her naked body exposed, and her hands tied up overhead with silver restraints and chains that burned and bubbled the flesh. There were dark circles underneath her eyes showing her lack of sleep, her face was pale and haggard, and her body was slick with sweat. It was hot in the dungeon, and it smelt repugnant with the heavy scent of metal in the air. I sniffed appreciatively as she glared at me. Her eyes were full of hatred. Even now, she was showing how much she despised m
