A REBEL Was Born

Lance's pov

Putrid smell and fungus grew out on the sticky and most wall of the dungeons and the place never saw a light of sun in millennia. The iron bars were decorated in the clustered oxidation and fragile enough if someone wanted to break it. However, when a living creature was being sedated and tossed in one of the cells under the levels of the basement jail, there was still something left to complain about.

With the remaining strength of my body, I tried to break the bars and freed myself from the clasp of Alpha Raymond. That bastard turned his back on me while I risked my life for that sucker. For him, I was willing to die to get a purpose for my worthless life.

Not exactly when I lost count of the days but it was never the day or night, they kept feeding me once in three days in a row, but that wasn't a problem. I have lived up to more than ten days without any food.

My body shook as the cold corrupted into my bones while the dense air inside the place was suffocating me.

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