Hell hole

(I do not condone violence in any situation )

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The clanking of harsh iron above Freya’s small room kept her awake, she was always ready, and never giving Dex the upper hand, Dex had not taken his eyes off her, he left her a few times to go hunt for his food now and then

It had been more than a day since she was taken, and she had been kept inside a dark small room for hours without end, the small window only helped in the afternoon, but after dark, she couldn’t see a thing

a normal sane person in this dark space would have run mad, with the only light coming from a small lit candle outside the room,

Even when he brought food to her she didn’t eat it, for all she knew he may have poisoned that too, and her body grew weaker too, but she had to fight the urge not to give in,

She could tell his patience was running thin, especially since she was still with him and he had not handed her over yet to his master, and that meant something was going on,

“Those damn wolves!” he muttere