Chapter 328: The First Upload (I): 315 (1/2)

Blood.

This wasn't the first time he had smelt it, his claws elongated as his bones ached, his body desperate to shift but just like every other time this has happened, he stayed in the same form…the weak form he now hated.

He raised his eyes to stare at the bars of his prison, they had rusted overtime…he wasn't sure how long he had been there but he knew it was long. A sigh left his lips, he wondered if death would finally take him, the scent of blood continued to flow through the air, tempting him, scaring him. He might be the next person to bleed, he might be the next person to die.

He got up from his sitting position as walked to the rusted iron bars, placing his palms on the rusted rods as he inhaled deeper, wondering if the scent would give him an idea…who was bleeding this time?

”315, get away from the bars”

That was his name, at least the only one he remembered, he followed the given orders but his eyes never left the familiar man walking towards him, the man's beard as usual covered in grime and food scraps, his brown teeth making an appearance every now and then as he spoke.

He's speaking?

His brows furrowed as he stared at the lips of the man opposite him move continuously, he seemed to be excited about something.

”…. finally leave this shit hole, I'll miss you the most 315”

”why?” he couldn't help but ask, he and the man had never had any kind of relationship' he only knew him as the man that brought his food and also change of clothes every once in a while, they haven't had more than two conversations that didn't involve him being insulted.

The man laughed, it sounded like he was being choked with a drink in his mouth.

”because…” the man put down the tray 315 didn't even notice he was holding, his usual porridge looking unappealing in a clay bowl with a rusted silver spoon set next to it.

”…. You are not like the others, you don't run your mouth and…the higher ups seem to fear you. I'm sure you had an interesting past”

315 stared at the man's beard, distracted. It always baffled him whenever his saw so much dirt in it, did he not see it? Or does he just decide to ignore it.

”Enjoy your meal, today might be the last day I serve you”

315 accepted the tray and didn't pay the man any more attention. He spoke about his past… 315 sighed as drank the contents from the bowl, he knew nothing about his past, not even his name, all he has ever known are the walls surrounding him. He knows they're on a mountain, he remembered one of the guards talking about how far it was from civilization. He knows the men in charge have never once come to see his and give him an explanation the punishment he had been given and been enduring for as long as he could remember.

The stench of blood had faded and all the tension in his bones had calmed. He dreaded the next time it would happen again. It was more agonizing than having these chains on his feet.

315 didn't remember anything but he knew at least he knew what he was, a werewolf, a beast. He knew it from the voices in his head, they begged him to let loose, to let skin give way for fur, to be in his true form.

But something was holding him back, something he was sure his captors had a hand in. 315 was exhausted, he knew they were trying to break him and he knew it was working…whatever their aim was.

He wasn't sure how long he sat there lost in his thoughts, the cold from the hard floor seeped into his bones and he fought the urge to cry out in frustration. He wanted out! he was tired and even though these walls are all he has ever known, he knew the life outside would much better than this.

”315…. it's your lucky day!”

Again?...

315 didn't raise his head, why should he? No matter what punishment they gave him now it wouldn't matter because he had already been given the worst one of all….to die broken.

”Did you hear what I said or have you gone deaf as well”