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Scarlett's POV
We were in a cell, I was tied to a wall, the feeling of familiarity cursed through me as the unwelcomed memories of the times I was in a cell hit through me, every single beating that I got, every sound of the whip as it tears my skin open, every agonizing scream that passes through my lips as the pain becomes unbearable, ah, tough times.
The chains were made up of silver – typical, it weakened my body, making me unable to shift, normally it would have completely drained a Werewolf’s energy but strangely it only drained half of mine. I cringed at the thought of knives and torturous devices that they are going to use on me.
The door of the cell squeaked as it opened, I lazily lifted my head to see two blurry images of people, I could tell that one of them was a gir
