How things have turned out this way? With darkness covering my senses and only the still stale smell of the basement to keep me company, my own mind has enough silence and space to scream at me.
The first thing I felt when I woke up is anger, immense anger, so much so that I would force the chains up and wrestle then until I was red, veins bulging and lacking oxygen, hitting the floor with my feet until the stone gave way, but none took that anger away, anger against that human, that feeble insolent human who dares imprisoned me like this! If it wasn't for this annoying link I would have crushed him under my hands long ago! Smashed against the wall! Squashed under my feet! I can barely make coherent thoughts out as I only want to grunt and scream for the urge for violence that I could vent out at the moment! Urgh!