KAZIEL
I'm freezing. Possibly to death. I curl up on the floor, my chains rattling with every movement, causing me to flinch. That familiar dreadful feeling of déjà vu slams into me, and I squeeze my eyes shut, struggling to not get pulled into an episode.
For an organization that claims to be advanced in their investigation method, they are pathetic. Why the f**k should they use chains on me?
'They are terrified of you. Haven't you figured that out yourself?' Ares, my wolf, speaks for the first time in a long time.
I try to switch positions because the pain is becoming unbearable, but the useless chains get in the way.
'Why aren't I healing?' I ask Ares, my teeth chattering.
'Because you don't want to.'
My eyes fly open, locking on the depressing cold wall.
'What?'
‘Don't bother
