Remington's POV-
The smell invaded my nostrils, the pungent odor of my blood and mildew wafted through my cell. I was curled up in the center of the cell, my hands chained to the floor again. I tried to will myself to rest so I could try to heal but it was no use. I was weak, starving, and dehydrated, not to mention the silver and wolfsbane they were using. I couldn't keep track of how long I'd been here, but I knew I was slowly loosing my will to live through this.
As my dark thoughts and emotions swirled creating inner turmoil, I really didn't think this could get any worse. He'd beaten every part of me already, I mean what could be worse than that. I was pulled from my thoughts by a splash of frigid cold water being splashed over my body. I tried to jerk away, but the chains kept me
