Micheal woke with a start, he tried to get up but then remembered for the 1000 millionth time that he was not dreaming, he was a locked up beast, he was sweaty from his last transformation a few days ago. "I want it to end..." he whispered, his clothes rotted and tattered around him from the years of body sweat clinging to them, "Why, is my life a living hell!" he yelled, given up long ago he shouted at the top of his lungs "Just kill me and be done, I did nothing I do not deserve this!" he felt teary, and angry, "how many have died, trying to kill me or trying to free me..." His face contorted with pain.<br/><br/>His arm was still dislocated from his last turn, he threw his shoulder back and heard a satisfying crack, "Damn werewolf..." he tortured himself "Damn the werewolf that bit me, no they had no control..." he scolded himself, "But I could have ended It, I COULD HAVE ENDED MY LIFE IF YOU LET ME!" he screamed.<br/><br/>feeling tired at this sudden outburst he heard a ringing in his head, "No! not another..." he whispered. "Not another women to die by the hands of my cursed existence!" he shouted. too tired to do anything else he went limp, his arms hanging tight by then chains supporting him, he could not even lay down they were so far and tight apart from wall to wall, "Please leave and don't come back, don't come down to the dungeon..." he whispered hoping the women did not come to find him, or did not accidentally find him.