11: Taken from dungeon

Elaine’s POV

The guards seized me roughly, their grip like iron shackles as they dragged me along the cold, stone corridor. I offered no resistance, my limbs feeling leaden and useless as they hoisted me like a mere sack of grain.

With each step, the weight of my helplessness bore down on me like a suffocating blanket. I didn't bother to struggle or protest; what was the use? I was nothing more than a pawn in their game, a human amongst wolves, destined to be cast aside and forgotten.

They ushered me into the dank depths of the dungeon, a chill swept through me, sending shivers down my spine. The air was thick with the stench of decay and despair, a tangible reminder of the darkness that lurked within these walls.

I cast a fleeting glance around the dimly lit chamber, taking in the grim surroundings with a sense of resignation. There was no escape from this prison, no reprieve from the relentless torment that awaited me at every turn.

In the eyes of these creatures, I was nothing mo