The Imperial Prison ~
Sorayah, now stripped of her ornate garments and dressed in bloodied prison whites, lay unconscious on the cold, stone floor. Her delicate frame was battered, her once-radiant skin now marred with bruises and smears from the savage beating she had endured.
"Oh well… Isn't she a fallen concubine?" sneered one of the prison guards, circling her. "I heard she's a human too. And now that she's lost favor, no one's coming to save her. Isn't that pathetic?"
The four guards surrounding her all chuckled darkly.
"We were told we could have our fun with her," another guard added, his voice thick with malice. "As long as the emperor doesn't show up, we're free to do as we like. Honestly, even if he does come, I don't care. I just want a taste of her. Let's see what a human's pink enclave feels like wrapped around a werewolf's cock." He grinned wickedly. "I wouldn't mind losing my head after. It's not like I've got a family waiting for me anyway."
