*torture and abuse mentioned as well as strong language*
So cold, it was so cold. I could hear my teeth chattering and my body quivering but there was absolutely nothing I could do about it.
I couldn't move my body, everything was numb. I didn't know what day it was or what hour I lost track of time.
I could hear keys rattling in the lock of my cell and I knew what they were here for, my daily beating and then after that the Wolfsbane and after that well they did what ever sadistic thing they wanted to do.
I fought, in the begging I fought every single second. I clawed and bit and snarled and thrashed but they were immune. They just found better even more painful ways to hurt me and they laughed as they did. They kept saying how my werewolf healing had comeback to "bite me in the arse"
