I stole the stamp

Elder Blake snuck out of the palace and made his way to the location Dexter had given him. Dexter's joy was boundless when Elder Blake told him he had the stamp, but that joy didn't do away with his common sense.

When Elder Blake got there, he placed a knock on the door and it opened.

“Come in,” He heard Dexter's voice from within, and it sent chills down his body.

With shaky hands and feet, he found himself moving to the direction the voice came from. He saw different people on the floor, bound with chains and felt bad for them. He prayed his daughter was fine.

“Dexter.” He called when he got to where Dexter was seated.

“I have nothing to say to you, old man. Our deal ends here,” He stretched out his hand and Elder Blake sighed, bringing out the stamp.

Dexter smiled the moment the stamp entered his hand. He gestured for those with him to release the girl and they did.

“Now, get the fuck out of here!” He snapped at the old man and returned his gaze to the stamp in his hand.

Elder Blake