In the dungeons

narrator.

David was taken to the dungeons and locked up in a cell that was specially prepared for prisoners captured from war. The soldiers strapped each hand to the silver chains that were attached to the wall of the cell, which surprised them because it didn’t burn his skin as they expected it to. David was smirking at them the whole time.

“Doesn’t this hurt him?” one of them murmured.

“I wonder if this is real silver.” Another one replied, scratching his head in confusion.

“Just strap him up. Silver or not, he won’t be able to get away from this.” One of them urged, making David's smirk grow wider. Laughing to himself, he sat on the cold concrete floor when they were done locking him up. But right before they left him alone, one of them glanced at his face and noticed that their prison