THERESA
The chains were cold. Unrelenting. Unforgiving.
The metal dug into my fur, pressing against my skin so tightly I could feel the bruises forming beneath it. They clearly weren’t just meant to just restrain me, but to also remind me of my place: helpless, caged, powerless.
The cuffs bit into my bones, promising that no matter how strong I thought I was, no matter how much I fought, I wasn’t getting out of this.
I had told Gigi we needed to keep our minds astute. To keep mindlinking. To keep reason, retaining, fighting against the animal instincts that threatened to consume us. But it was getting harder.
I curled up tighter and rested my chin on my paws. My body ached from being in the same position for too long. Moving took energy. And I had none left.
How long had it been?
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