Low whimpers fell from Freya’s lips the next morning. She was in pain, her whole body ached, especially her tied arms, feeling weak and sore all over.
She was wrong. The Alpha was more cruel than she thought. She wasn’t even sure she knew the extent of his cruelty. She was still chained. How she made it in that position till this morning was a mystery to her.
Her head had snapped up in hope during the two times the dungeon’s door opened since the previous night. She had hoped he would come and she would plead with him to at least let her off the chain and lay on the floor, but he never came after the one time he did.
Evening came. No food. Nobody showed.
Her vision was already blurry. At this point, she was desperate to be freed or else, death would be better than this torture Alpha T
