5G SYSTEM ONLINE: Rise of Stephen king

Chapter 125- Trying to create a fued between brothers

Stephen's body ached, chains eating into his wrists as he just basically swung in mid-air, helpless. It was all the more worse with the chill of cold, damp air from the underground chamber, sending chills down to his bones. He looked up weakly; his vision was blurred, but he could make out the silhouette of Clarke in the poor light. Clarke was sharpening a knife; the scratching sound of metal against stone echoed in the room.

"Do you know why they didn't just make him a prison warden?" Clarke asked, the tone low, sinister. He continued sharpening the blade while speaking. Stephen said nothing. He was too weak and too weary. He knew that Clarke wasn't really expecting an answer.

Clarke paused, eyeing the edge of the knife before continuing. "He had everything, Stephen. Money, power. But he gave it all to Charles, who the world sees as some bigshot billionaire. And what did he choose for himself? This." Clarke gestured around the dank, dark space. "A warden, someone who oversees the scu