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Lessia's POV:

“Arghhh!” I screamed, my voice echoed through the dimly lit room that was my prison as well as my new home.

“Are you alright, miss Lessia?” A guard asked as he stood outside the door of my cell.

“Do I look like I’m anywhere near okay?” I rolled my eyes at him.

“How can I help ma’am?” He furrowed his brows.

“I need to go for a walk, my legs hurt, it feels like it’s been forever since I’ve been locked inside this cell.”

“I’m sorry ma’am, I can’t let you out of here, unless the Alpha says so. I hope you understand? However, if you need anything else, please let me know.” He explained before going back to his post.

Day two of being abducted by Maddox, and I was still confused on what he wanted. A freaking second day of being caged here and I had not been whipped, neither had I been chained to the walls or bed, and done perverted things to.

It didn't look at all to be the nightmare I had once envisioned. It was more of a dream that I had no idea of it ever coming true. But