~Timber POV~
“No! Please don’t” I begged. I found myself naked in a dark room with dim lighting coming from a single light bulb dangling from the ceiling. I tried to get up and pull my arms around myself, but I couldn’t. They felt weak as I tried to pull them but gave up when I realized they were bound to the wall by chains. The chains must be laced in wolfsbane or silver as my wrists and ankles burn with every move I make. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes but too scared to let them fall.
It smelled so bad in this room. It smelled like sweat and old dried blood and fear. It did not look like any room I was used to. Maybe a cell or basement? The walls were a dark greyish brick, damp with moisture trying its hardest to seep through its old crevasses. I do not remember how I got her
