Enyo Burnside
And here we are again, I think as I stand chained to this f*****g disgusting wall again, down in this hell hole. I spend more time here than in the barracks. Dylan was pissed last night, he hates not having any say over me. He thinks I don't know what he thinks of me or does when he thinks i'm sleeping down here, or the bulge in his pants every time he brings that whip down on me.
The guy is a f*****g welt, perverted fucker. A bitter laugh leaves me as the pack doctor opens the cell door looking almost ashamed of himself as he removes the syringe from his white lab coat. So he should be, he was my fathers friend, he was the one who birthed me, f*****g traitor.
“Enyo, please..” He looks back through the door, then back at me “You need to behave, Enyo. I don't know how much
