A/N: Before reading, know that this chapter contains some very graphic torture content. If that doesn't sit well with you, feel free to skip, but if you wish to see Aaron suffer, then welcome to my world of pain, and please,
Enjoy….
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The room they appeared in was deep beneath the ruined isles, a forgotten cell of black stone that still stank of old blood and older power. No windows. No light except the low, sickly glow of a single formation lamp that made every wet surface shine.
Regulus set Ravena down on a clean cot against the far wall, brushing her hair once from her face with a hand that trembled only for her. Valen stood by the door, arms folded, face unreadable. Aaron had been hung from the ceiling by his wrists, naked, already bruised from the brief struggle that had ended the moment Regulus looked at him.
Regulus turned.
