After a seemingly endless walk towards the dungeon. The witch picked up Ailen and forced him up against the cold door. She was pretty strong for someone with a serious feminine figure. "If you tell me why you came here? I promise to not hurt you that much. Ailen didn't know what the hell to do. So he did the best thing....well not the best but he responded to the witches question. " I came here so you witches can kiss my Fae ass!!!!!!" Ailen attempted to smirk but wasn't able to due to how fast the witch slammed his head against the floor. "I was gonna spare you by making you my sex slave ,but you decided to dig your own grave." The witch made a fist and magic began to cover her hand like a glove. She opened the door and grabbed Ailen by the collar punching him in his abdomen. The punch pierced through his skin like a sword causing Ailen to cough up blood. "Any last words? You could save yourself by answering my question." Ailen laughed through the coughs and looked the witch directly in the eyes. He smiled and spitted blood in her face. She angrily kicked Ailen in his chest letting his collar go. Ailen fell to the dungeon floor coughing harder than before and holding his stomach tightly as blood slowly dripped onto his arms. The witch slammed the door and walked back to her respectable corridor. Ailen crawled over to the bed and climbed into it ignoring the pain of moving. He laid on his back and placed his hand over his abdomen making ice form over his wound. He looked at the ceiling as his eye lids became heavier and heavier until they finally closed. Ailen drifted to sleep slowly soaking the bed with his blood.