The air in the dungeon was hot and damp, the black mould was soft and squishy against his hands. He washed his hands in the sink and dried them then put on his gloves.
On the small table was a syringe with a shot of adrenaline in it, it would wake her up with a jolt.
“Are you sure about this?” the doctor asked Calvin. He stood from afar and watched the doctor inject Emillia with the adrenaline.
Her eyes shot up wildly, he mouthed foamed and her teeth were baring out.
If she was not tied down, she would have torn the doctor into shreds.
“Thank you doctor.” He said taking a step forward. The doctor took his leave and rolled the cart out of the dungeon, leaving Calvin and Emillia together.
Calvin pulled out a dog whistle from his pocket, it would ache in her ears because of her werewol
