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Unknown POV

The sounds. That’s something I will never get used to. The sounds of endless chaos and depravity going on around me. The sounds echo off the walls, amplified by our own fears. The sounds are what breaks you first.

Everything has gotten worse over the past few days. The normal sounds, well, as normal as they can become when you are living in a literal hell, have been overrun with constant torturous cries and chants for destruction.

Whose destruction, I don’t know, but the pack or kingdom they are after now must be something powerful. Something big. Through the bars in the window that give us a sliver of a glimpse of the outside world, we have seen hordes and hordes of demons and dark fae of every kind marching through the pavilion. They all seemed ready for war.

Our master has not paid us a visit in several days either.

That is completely out of character for the wretched filth. He rarely goes a day without defiling our bodies. He seems addicted to the screams of the new