I could hear dripping echo off the cellar floor, water leaking from the ceiling. Or was it my blood?

My eyes clench together tightly, blistering and sore from the endless amounts of chemicals having been put in them. My hands are above my head, hung in heavy chains with laces of silver to keep my wolf at bay. The soles of my feet barely skim the floor as I try to keep myself still.

But the pain of my torment takes over and I ache to the core. The room is below freezing, conditions no werewolf would want to be in. Considering we can keep our bodies warm for days...