Sandra’s POV.
The cell was well lit with that one annoying fluorescent bulb in my face, casting my shadow across behind me when I moved but was somehow always in my eyes.
“Someone call Tyson!” I yelled, almost choking, “Tell him to get me out of here.”
The smell of dampness filled the air, and the only sound was the faint drip of water from somewhere deep within the dungeon. I sat on the narrow cot, hugging my knees to my chest. I had lost track of time, but I knew it was nearing my second night of confinement.
The door creaked open, and a familiar figure stepped inside.
Alpha Tyson.
He moved with the same commanding presence, his eyes cold and calculating as they locked onto hers. He took his time walking toward my cell, his footsteps echoing ominously in the confined space.
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