Transmigrated I Can Hear The Pyscho Alphas Inner Voice - Chapter 54

Chapter 54 The dungeon smelled worse than I remembered. I held my breath as I crept down the cold, narrow staircase, clutching the small bundle of bread and a flask of water hidden under my apron. Every step felt like it echoed in the silence, as though the walls themselves were warning me to turn back. My heart was pounding so loud I swore it would give me away. If the psycho Alpha or worse, the guards caught me here, I didn't want to imagine what they would do to me. But I couldn't stay away. The girl down here had been left to rot.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her face bloody, bruised, half-hidden by the matted strands of hair that had been shaved unevenly. Her arms were tied so tightly that her skin was raw, and her legs... I shivered, remembering the bruises, the cuts, the way her body trembled with every shallow breath. I had to do something. Even if it was just food. Even if it was just water. The iron gate loomed in front of me. I knelt, fumbling with the rusty lock I'd learned creaked if you opened it too fast. Slowly, carefully, I pushed it open. The sound scraped against my ears like knives.

"Shh," I whispered to myself, glancing over my shoulder. No footsteps. No voices. Just the dripping of water echoing off stone. The girl was where I'd last seen her slumped against the wall, wrists chained above her head, body curled in on itself like she was trying to disappear into the shadows. For a horrible moment, I thought she was dead. "Hey," I whispered, kneeling down beside her. "I brought something. Please... wake up." Her head jerked at the sound of my voice. Slowly, painfully, her eyes fluttered open.

Those eyes bloodshot, hollow, filled with so much suffering it made my chest ache. When she saw the bread, her gaze sharpened like a starving animal's. She tried to speak, but it came out as a dry rasp. "I know," I said softly, pulling off a piece of bread and holding it to her lips. "Eat. But slow please." She snatched it from my fingers with trembling hands. The chains clinked, her nails broken and bloodied as she crammed the piece into her mouth. She didn't chew properly she just swallowed like she hadn't eaten in weeks.

"Wait-slow down!" I hissed, looking around as though someone would burst in any second. But she didn't listen. She shoved another piece into her mouth, then another. Her throat worked furiously, her eyes wide, desperate. Then it happened. She started choking. Her body convulsed, and she clawed at her throat, gasping, gagging. The sound was horrific like someone strangled by invisible hands. The bread was lodged in her throat. "Breathe! Please-" My own hands shook as I dropped the flask and grabbed her shoulders.