Dimitri’s POV The dungeon where I kept my prisoners was a dark underground place. The silence was only sometimes broken by the sound of water dripping from places I couldn't see. The air smelled old and damp, and it was much colder than the outside. The smell was burning my nostrils and I couldn’t wait to leave this place. As I entered the dungeon, I immediately felt a shiver run down my spine. The walls were made of rough stone blocks, with moss and lichen growing on them. Torches on the walls were the only source of light. If I wasn’t a Lycan, I would have a hard time moving around. The ground was uneven, with rocks and weeds in the way. Old, rusty iron chains and shackles hung on the walls, reminding me of some good times I had down here with some of my prisoners. The ceiling was low and I could feel droplets of water fall on my neck from time to time. It made me shiver. I hated moist places. As I went further into the dungeon, I couldn't help but feel more and more angr
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