It's dark, so incredibly dark, but she's used to it now, her eyes have become accustomed to it. The floor is incredibly cold, the hard concrete freezing her feet. She hears the sound of footsteps and prepares herself, knowing instinctively that the guards are coming and they are coming for her. After all, there is no one else in this god-forsaken dungeon but herself.
She could hear the rattling of the keys on their belts as they saunted downstairs and towards her, taking their time, enjoying the terrified look on her face. This is a form of amusement for them, but then this was one of the most sadistic and cruel packs she'd ever had the misfortune to be in and there was no escape. She was stuck here, used for their amusement and their Alpha's.
Her shackles clank on the ground as she aw
