Jasmine hugged herself as she lay huddled in the corner of the dark cell she had been thrown into.
Was this going to be the end of it all?
Would he kill her?
She felt the cold against her legs and shivered, pulling her dress up to her feet, trying her best to endure.
Back home, this was nothing; she was used to sleeping on the cold, hard floor sometimes as punishment, and it was something she had gotten used to.
But after being in the crescent pack for a while now and how things had been so different from home, she could not help but admit the fact that, to her, it was strange.
She had become accustomed to a softer life where she could sleep under a blanket without worrying about being kicked.
This was where she was supposed to be a slave, but she had gotten so used to her new life that she had forgotten who she indeed was.
She looked at the cold, dark wall that held nothing for her to see.