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**CONTENT WARNING: This chapter contains violence that may be triggering to survivors.**

We were caught now, we weren’t escaping, and there was a very high chance that we wouldn’t live to see a new day. Guilt washed over me. I had doomed my mate and sealed his fate. We were taken into the room she had come out from. I was unable to break free from whatever hold she had on me. My jaw dropped as we descended stairs to a floor I didn’t know we had. When we hit the landing, my heart raced as I realized where we were. I’d been here once, but had been so drunk with pain.

We were in the dungeons below the castle. There were no windows, no outside light, and no real furniture other than the one in the middle of the room. It was a metal table bolted to the ground. The walls were littered with chains, weapons of torture, and toys meant for pleasure. I gulped as I looked around the room. This was a room for prisoners. I watched as my mate was thrown against the wall.

He was powerless to do anyth