On the dark dungeon, a monster dress in human skin mocked, laughed, and hurt the woman he enjoyed playing with. Pinching the woman's flesh, pulling her hair. Showing how easy he can dominate this weak female and how useless she can be to him. He’d even clawed at her neck letting blood oozed from her skin. She placed a hand to her throbbing skin. It burned to the touch, and she wondered if someone like her can avoid infections. She is human, and if it was dirty, she’d be sure to die. Death sounded all right now. She’d rather be dead than have to deal with the truth that this monster will kill her little by little. He wasn’t human, not completely. Half man, half wolf, and something dangerous. The mark on her neck, are the living witness of how demon this man is. It hadn’t been be