PAEDYN NOVA
He showed up!
The cell reeked of damp stone and despair. The only light came from the slit in the wall that let in faint slivers of the moon. Nights bled into days here, and time was a luxury I no longer had the strength to measure.
The guards changed every few hours, but two of them… Bren and Olric… were constant. Their footsteps always gave them away before their voices did. Bren had the kind of smirk that made your skin crawl, and Olric’s eyes always lingered too long.
Tonight was no different.
“Well, if it isn’t our little wolf,” Bren drawled, his voice heavy with mockery. The metal door creaked as he leaned against it. “You’ve been quiet lately. Getting tired of pretending you’re too good for a little attention?”
Olric chuckled beside him, the sound rough and filthy.
