Screams of pain echoed inside the dark and wet dungeon. The sounds of agony were accompanied by the smell of blood and feces. Victoria covered her nose, but soon started feeling nauseous.
She could not take it.
"Let me take you outside," Martin immediately offered. Even though they had been fighting in the past few weeks, Martin still respected his wife. Just as he was about to touch her arm, Victoria moved away from him and walked outside on her own. Seeing this, Martin could only sigh.
He was about to follow her when another scream pierced though the air.
"Are we going to let her do this?" Martin asked. Whatever was happening inside sounded horrible.
"It was the Goddess that told her to do so."
"Father, you—" Martin stopped talking, his lips thinned. He could only frown and wait for Dorothy to call them. However, this current incident seemed to prove his father's previous assumption.
