The rouge Lycan huntress (1)

Warning this chapter contains some explicit scenes, readers discretion is advised.

It was a dark gloomy dungeon filled with nothing but the scattered bones of the unfortunate lives that had been subjected to endure its horrific experiences, with a little small barred window to illuminate the dungeon the stench of the decayed bones filled and suffocated the air around adding to the gruesome torture the prisoners were forced to endure.

The ear-piercing skirling screams of a man being tortured echoed through its thick walls, screams which would send shivers down the rigid spine of someone humane however to the feminine figure standing with an evil grin plastered on her face it had the opposite effect, it was to her a scream of pleasure, one able to take her sick twisted mind to the seventh heaven of orgasm.

"Please enough, I have told you all I know, I swear, I swear to God, please just make it stop, kill me if you have to." The bruised blonde-haired man strapped to a chair cried out in