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The musty ceiling dripped unrhythmically, the sound of drops echoing through the dungeons. The air was humid and heavy, my lungs itching every time I took a breath. That and the cold, the cold biting my sore, blistered, bleeding skin to its very core.
The cell wasn't very large, definitely not large enough for me to shift and break through. Not like I could since the bars were made out of pure silver. They had wrapped rope laced with wolf's bane around my wrists, digging in my flesh, burning and irritating every inch of the skin it touched.
No matter how fast I ran, how hard I hit, they still managed to cage me up in here. I had killed so many of them, slaughtered them one by one, watched as life drained out of their eyes. But there were so many while I was the only one. The only one left...
I let out a soft whimper, the images of my bleeding people invading my mind once again. I had tried to rid my mind of those images, yet even as I slept, it was the only thing I managed to see. The blood staining the ground, the sea of bodies swimming in its red richness, the sounds of their last howls echoing through the trees.
But there was one specific image I couldn't erase, no matter how hard I tried. It was the one of my father giving up. Where he finally stopped fighting and simply let himself get dismembered little by little. He hadn't even tried, hadn't gone down fighting like he had taught me do to. Like all hope had vanished from his heart, all will to fight just gone.
In the distance, heels clicked confidently, splashing against the damp ground. It wasn't the heels of any woman, but one that knew she had won, the one that had started all of this. She was humming some sort of tune, almost like a victor's hymn. It wasn't just any tune, it was one I had heard every night before going to sleep as a child.
Her steps slowed once she approached my cell, her sharp dark blue nails grazing against the bars tauntingly. Her boney fingers wrapped around one, twirling her body around as she whistled the last notes to her song.
'' Do you remember this dreadful song, child?'' her cold, jagged voice screeched in the darkness, her voice like nails on a chalkboard forming goosebumps on my frozen skin. '' Your sorry excuse of a father used to sing it to you every night before bed, remember?''
The shadows became tangible around her fingers as she twirled them around, caressing the darkness like it was velvet. Her face was hidden from me, her long boney hands and those incredibly sharp nails the only thing uncovered from the obscurity.
'' What do you want?'' I spat out, my skin crawling at her simple presence. '' We both know you can't kill me yourself. So why leave that pretty little throne of yours to mingle with the living, the things you despise the most.''
She clacked her tongue and let out a soft cackle, the sound making the tendrils of shadows writhe. The darkness pulsed at her presence, clinging to her figure like they needed it to survive.
'' That may be true, but I would never pass up the opportunity to see you suffer, child. It's such a... what's the word I'm looking for? Thrill.''
I rolled my eyes, the movement more for my own satisfaction. '' Glad you can get off on my pain. From the looks of it, I don't have that much time left. So, if it doesn't bother Your Highness, I would like to spend those limited moments in peace.''
'' Limited time would be quite right. Miranda is itching to cut that nasty little head of yours. I can feel her desire, her need to obliterate you. It's just so satisfying.''
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Run While You Still Can
Werewolf*Mature content within* '' Even if it means killing my own mate, I will get my revenge.'' ---- ----- She's the reason that there is an obligated curfew in town, people terrified of leaving their houses after sundown. But what they don't know is th...
