The Celestial Tides

Damp, dark, cold surrounds me. Daylight cannot find me in the depths at which I am kept, and I doubt even the Goddess Herself knows of my whereabouts. I have long since adjusted to the dark and acclimated to the constant expulsion of Aconitum from the air vents. The burning in my lungs incomparable to the white hot pain of the silver chains around my neck and limbs.

Allowing my beast to guide us on instinct, I have ceased all fighting and resistance against my captors. I allow them to believe they have gotten the best of me. That they have broken me.

However, for one to be so filled with idiocy as to become lackadaisical around a vengeful Alpha, they must also be willing to render their necks to the teeth of said beast.

My canines ache at the thought, and a crookedly-sharp smile graces my face.

Those poor damned fools have no idea what kind of demon they have just awoken in these dark depths.