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I scream as the electric currents shoot through my entire body. When itâs done, I sag against my chains.âTell us what we need to knowâ My torturer who I came to know is called Alec snarls in frustration.I take deep breaths. Trying to breathe in through the pain. Everything single inch of my body h
âI swear I didnât. I didnât do anythingâ she cries. She looked weak and tired. If it wasnât the fact that I had proof I would have believed her. She was truly a good fucking actress.She turns to look at me. âWhy are you all so sure itâs me? Someone is trying to frame meâHer eyes are pleading for
LaurenTwo weeks. Thatâs how long itâs been since I was arrested and brought here. Two weeks of hell. Two damn weeks of nothing but torture and pain.Who knew there were so many ways of torturing a person? So many ways of bringing pain. So many ways to break them.I have been electrified, stabbed, c
âIs it true what theyâre saying? That youâre the serial killerâ he mumbles.I sigh at his question. Was this a ploy to get me to talk? I look at where they positioned the CCTV camera. I give them the middle finger even though the action strips me of energy.I donât answer the question. What was I su
It was probably hours later when an enforcer came to my cell. He was new and he was alone. Usually it was just Sebastian and Alec who came.I look at him and if looks could kill then I would be dead and gone. The energy I sensed from him was sinister. I had a feeling this guy wanted more than answer
SebastianI look at the beast snarling at me. Correction, I look at the monster because that was the only way to describe it.Lauren was huge, standing at seven feet tall. Dark fur with massive claws and fangs. Her eyes were blood red and she was standing on her hind legs. I have never seen anything
I wouldnât have been afraid if she hadnât mentioned my pack. Looking at her I know she isnât bluffing. So I nod my head. She releases me before crossing the small hallway.âWhat do you know about the legend of Fenrir?â she asks us still furiousâHe is the great wolf in Norse mythology. He is the son
Lauren sniffs her. As if sensing the truth in her words, she releases a howl full of pain and sorrow. As if she was trying to communicate her pain. The howl stabs at my heart. Leaving bleeding open wounds.Sylvia gets close to her and buries her hands in her fur. âIâm really sorry child. For what t