Michael did not get the chance to stop her. She opened the door and soon there were sounds of groans. “What is she thinking?”
“Doesn’t matter she knows what she is doing. Let’s go we don’t have much time.” They tied the hands of the announcer with a makeshift rope from the curtain holder. They pushed him towards the basement. Michael helped the boy to walk. He was silent the whole way.
They quickly moved down the stairs and came to a large room. The place was more like a dungeon than a normal room. The floor was made of cold stone. The walls were makeshift wood. They acted like pillars to support the basement. The sounds above were making light dust fall on the floor. Raoul gritted his teeth.
“At this rate, this place will collapse.” He pulled the collar of his prisoner.
“You deliberately put us here to trap us, right?” he pushed his figure to the wall with a force.
The announcer shook his head. “No, no Sir believe me. I am not lying.