Chapter 55

• Mathias P.O.V
• It has been months since I been in this dungeon that I’m on the verge of going crazy sitting here looking at these four walls. I was a once respected Gamma to this god forsaken pack. Even if I turned on Castro, I still should be able to be treated better than any other prisoner in this dungeon. Especially with the food, I should get streaks, potatoes, and lobsters. Easy ass rice, and molted ass bread.
• Also, I feel the guards should treat me with respect. They have not shown me any. The day they put me in this place was the day that hell begins for me. For the first two weeks in the middle of the night, they beat almost me to an inch of my life. Sometimes I was beat up to where I could not open both of my eyes. I did not receive no medical treatment. I had to let it heal on its own, but slowly.