Elena woke up to a voice coming from the other end of the dungeon where her cell was.
It had been two months since Elena was thrown into the dungeon. Two long, merciless months. Down there, time didn't exist. Days bled into nights, and nights stretched endlessly, filled with the stench of rot, blood, and despair. Her world had shrunk to the four mold-stained walls around her, her cell door, and the chain that anchored it to cage her.
In those two months, several "test subjects" had been brought on a daily basis. Some of them had cried out and thrown tantrums. That was until the sickening hunger began to set in till their bodies were no longer under their control.
Elena had witnessed every single transformation, every cry and every scream for help.
