Blaez smiled as she took his hand again and led him to another door and another set of stairs. She flipped a switch but it only gave light out of a singular bulb at the top of the steps. By the time they hit the bottom, they were in semi-darkness, but as a werewolf, he could still see.
There were dirty sheets of different lengths and colors strung up as make-shift walls and curtains on either side of the room and the place reeked of blood, sweat, and s*x. As they passed by the stopgap cells, for he knew what these were as he had seen many rooms such as these, he took the chance to look into any opening to see what was hidden behind them. As Blaez suspected, as he feared, each sheeted cell was home to a little body, sometimes a few bodies, on the ground or on old mattresses curle
