397 Hadi's Pain

The dungeons of the Furries were very dark and cold. To make matters worse, the guards would come at intervals to abuse the prisoners in this place. 

Some times, they would pour them with water used to clean armor and other times, they would just come for a session of beating. An opportunity to vent their frustrations of being posted to such a terrible place.

Like all the others here, there was no status, no achievements, no beauty, only the physical pain, and smell of shit mixed with piss and pus from wounds untreated. 

No one ever treated those in the dungeons with respect. this was much worse for Hadi. After all, he had once lived a far more respectable mind. 

He had been the envy of many of his mates, and had been the forward researcher in military weapons that had progressed their countrey of furries to glory.

But because of one mistake. One that he did not even intend for it to happen, he had been forced to live a life of a prisoner.