I can't believe it.Michael freaking Lauer! He's the one that's behind this.
He's standing there staring at me with that evil grin of his.
"Bailey so nice to see you again" he says.. "take her to the dungeon."
Two of the men grab me and drag me inside his pack house. My legs and arms are still bound, so it's not like I can walk myself.
Once inside, I'm brought down to his dungeon where it's cold, dark, and smells like death. I'm thrown into a cell and fall on my face. I can taste the blood falling from my nose.
Another guy grabs me and chains me up to a hook from the ceiling, where my bare feet are hardly touching the ground.
He grabs the back of my shirt and rips it to expose my back. He then grabs a whips that I can smell has been soaked in wolfsbane, and cracks it against my skin.
