Gyles.
"You can't do this to me. Let me go.'' I shout from the top of my lungs. I want to scream till the point where the walls collapse. I know that is not possible. They can't keep me here forever. That's impossible.
The room I am in is dark and very quiet. It doesn't seem like a prison. The kind of place you are kept to die. It actually seems like they made it clean and comfortable. If they did this, why am I still tied up? The man that was here yesterday said he is my father. How is that even possible? I could sense him. His scent was very strong.
The scent of a werewolf.
I have been shouting for a while. My screams and cries have all been futile. No one is getting me out of here. They don't want me dead but they won't let me go. What is their point in doing all this?
