If the magical beast we had seen in the forest was somehow related to Lytton and his masked attackers, then the three masses of body heat were most likely magical beasts...
                          
But how had they been subdued? Were chains made out of Cynth ore being used to detain them like the griffin I had seen in the forest? How long had they been here, was this the reason why magical beasts were rampaging? 
                          
My thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice that made me want to set the entire dungeon on fire... not that I could... 
                          
"Is she awake?" Lytton asked. I didn't need to see him to know that he had a sneer plastered on his shitty face. 
                          
"She hasn't moved Master." 
                          
"Open the cell."
                          
Shit, was he coming in now? I hadn't come up with an escape plan yet, what should I do, should I just lie low for now and pretend I'm asleep?My heart beat sped up as I heard the douche's approaching footsteps, but before I could make a decision on what to do next, I was greeted with foot to my gut. 
                          
A low growl escaped my mouth, the gag keeping me from saying saying anything that could get me killed. Though it was annoying, the gag was most likely saving my ass right now. At this point I didn't know if Lytton was planning on keeping me alive or not. This was not a time for snarky commentary. 
                          
"You should have listened to me when I was being nice," Lytton spat, his saliva spraying all over me. He then grabbed me by the hair, yanking me upward so that I could feel his hot breath on my face. It was disgusting. 
                          
"If you weren't such an insolent bitch then you would be in my bed instead of rotting in a dungeon. Are you starting to rethink your actions now, are you regretting them?" 
                          
What the fuck was wrong with this asshole? No, someone like Lytton was an insult to even assholes, he was beyond that, there were no words to describe how delusional and fucked up this creep was. 
                          
After getting no response, he dropped me back onto the ground, scraping my face as I hit the floor. Lytton, who had found my pathetic state hilarious, let out a disgusting cackle, his spit once again raining down on my body. I wanted to throw up. 
                          
"Master," A voice sounded from the end of the room. 
                          
"You have new orders from HIM," A voice said, emphasizing the word 'him'. So Lytton wasn't working alone... Was he taking orders from the Ludovics, or maybe his father? 
                          
"Tell me,"
                          
"But the girl-"
                          
"It's not like she'll ever leave here." Lytton said, his words making my stomach turn. While normally such words would only make my drive stronger, I couldn't help but shudder in fear as I remembered my current state. If Lytton wanted to kill me, it would be almost impossible to stop him. 
                          
The person delivering the orders cleared his throat before relaying the orders. 
                          
"Your orders are to keep the girl alive for now. See if she reacts to the Cynth ore and test her limits. Even if she isn't willing to cooperate, her abilities can still be used in our favor. Do what ever is necessary to make use of her." 
                          
'Abilities'? Did they mean my life mana, but how did they know? I was sure that I had been careful, and no one outside of my family, the royal family, and the guard captain and his son knew... who the hell was this person ordering Lytton around? Did they really know about my ability to control life mana? 
                          
After hearing the orders, Lytton sighed like a middle schooler who had just been asked to clean their room. 
                          
"Okay, I understand. But I'm tired now so I'll come back tomorrow." Lytton said, his voice and footsteps nearing me as he spoke.