This is just the beginning.

Zane

The dim light from a single bulb flickered overhead, casting erratic shadows on the cold, damp walls. I could feel the raw ache in my wrists and ankles where the ropes bit into my skin. Amanda’s pack was a testament to her careful nature, with every tool and weapon neatly arranged, ready to be used at a moment's notice.

I knew it was only a matter of time before she or one of her pack members came down to make sure I paid for everything I had ever done to them. The thought was almost surreal, like being trapped in a waking nightmare, a state of limbo where reality and my worst fears blended into one.

The door creaked open, and Amanda stepped in, her presence commanding the room. She was flanked by two of her most loyal pack members, their eyes gleaming with anticipation.

"Comfortable, Zane?" Amanda's voice dripped with a mixture of sarcasm and venom. I tried to muster a smirk, but it felt weak and forced.

"As comfortable as one can be in the belly of the beast," I replied, tryin