In Our Mortal World
It smelled of metal and cement, sweat, dust and body odor from the captives.
In each cell, there was a werewolf in human form, chained to his cell with rusting handcuffs. Young women to old geezers in their late sixties. There was coughing and muttering, whispering and grunting and panting.
"Welcome to my paradise," he shouted. She saw a few women cry in the back while men turned their heads, ashamed. More like hell to them. "Are you afraid? " Without waiting for her answer, he pushed her to walk ahead.
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