Chapter 32: The Cold Walls

With a loud bang those humongous iron doors have been closed. With a series of clicking sounds the locks that barricaded the gate have been bolted behind that fragile figure swallowing her on total darkness. Bit by bit with every inch that doors took light was sucked through her three to three meters' room. While she stood silently not daring to turn around, until her eyes went blank not able to see a thing. At that moment only her heart eased and she breathed deeply happily she finally was alone.

"Call the fuckers again see where the fuck they went, hurry before the big boss give a visit." The one on charge urgently demanded.

"Don't worry she must had killed them" another countered from the background as he searched around for his bottle of whisky.

The man on charge thought about it for a while as the rest hurried back to their previous sits cursing at the girl for interrupting their game. "I don't think so, the girl never lies, she never says no to something she did." He denied feeling an ominous feeling growing inside of his mind.

"Don't get suspicious, what could have happened?" He questioned back "I bet she did" he insisted while he took a mouthful of his drink hissing at the burning at the end of his throat.

"True, earlier I heard the fat ass one swearing he will do her today doggy style between the trees under the Gods watch." Another one confirmed, laughing at his friends poor confidence

"Damn, that old man he sure has a weird mind, did he really thing his little old hugged snake can work anymore" the second man nodded as an agreement as their roaring sounds filled the echoing cave.

Damn right with his drunken state I swear he will thing the tree is the bitch's juicy hole.

Their conversation continued betting here and there never for once stopping to doubt her. However the man on charge knew that something was wrong especially that her kept calling them over and over yet no one picked up. Even if they forgot themselves somewhere one of them should have picked up.

That can't do he shook his head trusting the small gut he had, calling for one of them to go and check

"You came here, throw your drink and go see them, they've been out since morning"

"For god sake why you have to ruin our time the girl is already here so what's the problem, if they are dead so be it at least we will have more quite times without them." He giggled in excitement thinking that more resources will be divided on them.

The man on charge glared anxiously at them, disturbed at their growing stupidity. Why can't they feel it, why can't they sense the rising danger mounting slightly on the air? The crawling death that pushed the baby hairs at the back of his head to stand. Like an unspoken desire every inch of his body pushed him to ran, to flee that place as soon as possible before it was too late.

The others stayed at their places lost between the drinks and the cards as their yells rose and rose.

"You ass, that's my card" one yelled throwing himself at him with force yanking at the card.

"Hell no this is mine" the other screamed fighting back, hiding the card behind his back and throwing a chair on the other man's path. They started fighting like stray dogs pulling at their hairs and biting at their arms. On and on they went until the whole place become a lost ship with broken woods. Leaving half firearm to light warmly within the cold walls.

"You dogs" the commander screamed "can't you stop for a day "You will cause us death". He furiously boomed.

In fact werewolves are composed of half human and half wolves, most of the time they are driven by their instinctive and the domination of most powerful. The more power you had the high you climb and the crazier you are the riskier you will become a rogue. An abandoned wolf whom doesn't care about the rules nor the life of a pack. In simple he turns into a monster without a mind in which he slowly abandon every sense of humanity he had bit by bit until he end up becoming a runaway criminal who steal, kill and rape. This was the definition of rogues, and this was the explanation of those guards. Barely human, hired mercenaries and filthy disgusting people. They cared about women and ram more than they cared about their personal hygiene.

They joked around not caring about what could happens. They couldn't feel a thing even if they wanted to under the huge amount of drinks they consumed. They fought and danced and played card with no care on the world. Wishing if they had run a bit sooner perhaps they would stay alive to enjoy more of life.

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