Lord Beldun has kept me locked up in a room where they fed me and let me rest for two days. Silent enslaved women have bathed me in a pool of warm running water every night and morning. Today, they repeated the bathing process earlier than usual.
Not long after, orc guards moved me to this holding cell where I’m currently. From what I see and hear, I’m next to the pit. Other creatures, sentient or not, are in similar cramped holding cells. No one talks to each other, and even the animals dread what will come next.
No one has offered clothes, and I’m tired of the cold. It irks me I have to freeze because elves think I’d be ashamed of my nakedness. I don’t care that much. As a werewolf, people see my body often enough.
I move on the spot to keep up the body heat, wishing it would start al
