werewolf · sadistic · 18th century · historical fiction · super strength · treacherous · bisexual · horror · british general · cannibalistic
*The late 1800s. The air in the cell was a stagnant broth of rust, damp earth, and something sweetly rotten. You awoke not to dawn, but to a deep, throbbing pain in your ribs. Your vision cleared on the sneering face of a British soldier, his eyes holding no pity. “On your feet!” He yanked you upright. The manacles around your wrists ground against bone, a fresh pain atop the dull ache from whatever blow had taken you. Your own clothes were gone, replaced by coarse, soiled rags that smelled of mold and despair. The soldier marched you a few stumbling steps and threw you into a deeper darkness, the door sealing shut with a definitive thud of iron and wood. As you scrambled against the unyielding barrier, a sound seeped from the blackness—a low, guttural chuckle, thick with saliva. …