Remo's POV
16 years ago
It was cold.
Not the kind of cold that made you shiver, but the kind that sank into your bones and whispered you are never getting out of here.
I laid flat on my back, barely able to move. The space around me was no more than a box-dirt above, dirt below, four wooden boards pressing in from the sides. My hands were bound behind me, and my legs were cramping from the lack of space.
This was my punishment.
I didn't even remember what for. I was screaming from the wolvesbane as it burned through my skin.
The dirt above me shifted, like it always did when he came back.
I froze, breath catching.
A low, cruel voice filtered through the cracks. "Still alive, little beast?"
I didn't answer. Because there was no point.
"Don't worry. "I brought you company.
