Asher
“Open the door,” the stench of the place almost brought tears to my eyes. Why not clean it, you might ask, but keeping it this dirty was a strategy, a torture method.
Suffocate them into submission, my beta always joked.
The pack dungeons, one of the most inhumane places to exist. The place was damp, humid, there were no windows and neither was there a place to relieve one's self.
Thompson Springs Pack dungeons have existed for decades, punishing wrongdoers from within and outside of the pack.
Decades of blood, fecal mater, piss etc were responsible for forming a cushion for the cold floors as well as the tear-jerking smell.
In a corner, Melanie stood on her tippy toes. I may have mind linked the guard to take away her shoes. Petty, I know, but when I thought about what she ha
