Chapter 15 : An Iron Cage Of Hell
[Jasons POV]
I had no clue how long I had been here. There were no windows to see if it were daytime or nighttime. Nobody came at any specific intervals, to gauge any time of day. The sick, son of a b*tch Alpha Lucian would send his warrior in to use me as a training dummy while he stood by and watched with a dark smirk constantly plastered on his face. A face I am dying to rip from his skull. The bastard found joy in inflicting pain and misery on people. I could tell his pack members did not agree with ways by the micro expressions that so briefly flashed across their faces as they were given inhumane instructions. Expressions they would mask in a flash and replace with vacant, compliant expression. I could tell the demented man was pushing his Alpha au
