Sebastian's POV
"We don't have all day, faster!" A guard screamed at us.
We were about fifteen slaves that he controlled, as we cleaned the premises, mowed the lawn, trimmed the flowers, and tended to the garden. This prison-like house that was at the outskirts of the pack, I presume harbored only offenders. For me, I was trimming flowers and tending to the garden, after which, I would clean the place up. Hard labor indeed!
Unlike theirs, mine was more tough, because I was the only one living in the pit-like cage... Labeling it a dungeon was calling it posh. It was already seven days since I got my ass thrown in here, and the worst part was that they remained true to their alpha... Or Alpha sons, whatsoever.
I had been subjected to hard labor with little food or water, and sometimes, they took it a step further by totally scrapping out food for the day and giving me just a drop of water if I ever raised my voice even without breaking a rule.
So, I learned one thing, I became dumb
