GRIEF.

And with those words, he motioned to his men, who dragged three prisoners into my cell. I recognized them as the same ones who had abused me before. My heart sank as I realised what was about to happen.

They took turns, abusing me, hurting me, and laughing at my pain. And as I cried out for help but no one was available to help me.

I was terrified as I was dragged out of my cell and brought before Lycan and the other slaves. My body ached from the wounds that were inflicted on me the previous night, but I tried to stand tall and keep my head held high. Lycan stood before me, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he addressed the other slaves.

"Look at her," he said, gesturing to me with a cruel smile. "This is what happens when you disobey me. You will all obey my every command, or you will face the same punishment."

The other slaves cowered and trembled, afraid to make a sound. I could see the fear in their eyes, and my heart ached for them. They were all so young and innocent, force