THIRD PERSON POV
Over a century ago...
Chains clang against the stone walls in the dimly lit room, echoing through the air as Morgana struggled. Her efforts were futile in her position but her eyes were full of determination to fight as long as she could to keep him off her. She could tell that he was relishing the pain and suffering he was causing her by burying his claws into her body. He fed off the screams of agony that she produced. The smell of blood and sweat combined with his foul stench made the air unbreathable.
"I will break you, Morgana!" he declared and pierced through her flesh deeply in her back. Morgana screamed, her voice echoing back at her. It was too much and her feet could barely hold her on the cold floor. "All this could have been stopped long ago. She could have
