The dungeon was already a very silent home of shadows as she turned.

         Gone were the weeping, the pleading of water to cool their dry lips, the consecutive grumbling of empty stomachs. 

Her fellow Slaves and Omegas have already been released one by one as soon as sunlight kissed the ivory gates of the underground prison.

         She was the last to be released, of course. Being the last Slave imprisoned in the farthest room away from the Slaves and Omegas behind bars obviously made her the least lucky. She has to inhale every scent—every vomit and damp cold air as she walks those now-empty cells, as well as the scent...