Ionora's POV:
I had stayed in many cells in the 18 years of my existence, albeit I had escaped within a few days but every minute in those cells felt like a lifetime. Most pack cells were plain gross and smelled of dried and sometimes fresh blood,vomit,sweat,urine and rotting flesh. But all those cells put together would seem like paradise compared to the one I was currently thrown in. It looked like one of those war torture cells in the dungeons of the cruelest of kings and it smelled even worse. The walls and floor were damp with blood and god knows what and I was sure that no matter how many times I try to wash the grime off me, it wouldn't go away. That is if I ever manage to get out and take a bath.
A few months ago if you told me that my own mate would throw me in a rotten cell, I
