Matthew groaned as he woke up, and the first thing he noticed was the searing pain in his wrists. He was on his knees and glanced up, seeing the silver shackles around his wrists, and bolted to the ceiling, effectively keeping him from sitting down. Matthew didn’t have to glance around to know that he was in the dungeon since he had been here quite a few times, although he was usually on the other side of the door.
He grunted as he stood up stiffly, his body ached from the beating Beta Thomas and his men gave him, but it didn’t feel like anything significant was broken or damaged if you didn’t count the cross-bolt that was still sticking out of his calf. He tried to raise his leg to pull it out, but with his hands shackled and stuck at the same height as his head, he soon gave up. He didn
