Astrid was led down a staircase after staircase as if to confuse her. They reached the cells of the dungeon and the smell of weeks old urine and upchuck filled the air. She tried to hold back her gag.
"Not so brave are you now half-mutt" one of the guards chuckled.
Her head spun and her tongue felt like cotton. She couldn't remember the last time she had water, but she knew neither of the guards would care.
The guard was agitated that she didn't answer. "Aren't you girl" her near growled.
"Go fuck yourself" she growled back.
"What'd you say mutt?" The guard pushed her up against the brick wall, his hands wrapped around her neck.
"I said" she barely breathed out. "Go fuck yourself".
He couldn't contain his rage and throws her head against the wall. He went on to repeatedly kick her side that was already in agony.
She knew what she was doing, but it was better to die here than suffer the Front Line.
Her vision blurred and she heard faint yelling and fighting.
Only just clinging to life she felt arms under her knees and a chest up against her side.
"Don't die on me yet Astrid" she thought she heard. "Be strong".
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Army of Death
FantasyAstrid is a monster. She shouldn't exist. Herrmate and Shapeshifters have been at war since the beginning of time. Mating between them isn't only forbidden, it's impossible. Astrid is the impossible. She is the most dangerous thing to walk the Earth...
