The sound of a metal being dragged over the stone cold floor woke Lord John from his sleep . His hands fell flat over the ground and he opened his eyes to meet them with the King himself . His mouth froze from any words begging to come out . And before he could understand the state he had been chained in , the harsh metal slammed on his face .
The scream of agony and pain filled the dark dungeon . The guards had seen the King's anger . It was inescapable .
"You should've known the consequences of disrespecting her "
He spoke . And for the rest of the day he only wanted to hear the screams of his painful cries and begs for death .
The guards lit the wooden stick before John's eyes. His hands suspended on either sides and his legs tied . The stick was held to his right han
