Midnight Freedom

Pain.

That's all I felt now.

I've been held captive for three months in a basement with no food or water. My captors Andrew and Blade are evil men who hunt werewolves and torture them. They bound my hands to the wall with silver so I can't shift to my wolf. They beat me until I'm bloodied, bruised, and broken because they want information about my pack but I tell them nothing. I hold onto the hope that my pack will come and rescue me but that's a lie because deep down I know they won't come. I don't think I'll last much longer in the conditions these werewolf hunters are keeping me in, but at least then the pain will stop. Then when the promising darkness of sleep rises up I embrace it and drift off into a never ending sea of darkness.