Luck was not on my side, I know now. It's been two years, and I haven't been able to escape and every time I'm caught Max makes me pay for it in the worst way by taking pleasure from my body. I loathe the idea of staying here but I hate the idea even more that he keeps forcing himself on me. One would think I like getting caught but I don't want to live here so that's why I keep trying. But eventually, I will stop and from that, I know that will be the end of me,After the last beating and forceful punishment, I woke up in the infirmary, I was told I had been there for three weeks. The nurse said I couldn't get better because the sick son of a bitch kept coming back and pleasuring himself while I was unconscious. The doctors had to finally put his foot down and lie saying that I contracted a virus that could kill me and that's the only way he stopped coming by. The doctor looked at me and gave me a sad smile but told me this would be all over if I stopped trying to escape and he wal
Some time has passed still wondering how the baby survived this whole ordeal is surprising to me. Still lying on the bed when I hear a gentle knock on the door. I scoffed at the thought someone was trying to be courteous. I turned my head from the door not giving the person the dignity of acknowledging them as they enter the room. I hate the fact my wolf still hasn't come back to me but I feel like she's still with me because of everything that has happened to me. I thought with everything that had happened my body should have given up by now. I hope the thoughts I'm having a true that my wolf is just sleeping. I wish she was here then I could tell who is this person that has entered my room that is just standing there without making a got damn sound. After giving up on pretending to be asleep I turned my head towards the door and to my surprise again it was no one there. Lost in my thought because I knew I heard footsteps and breathing I didn't feel the bed dip just a little bit. W
After I finished feeding the baby and female came and took the baby out of the room. Right behind her came a guard who covered my mouth and tied me back to the bed. Max walked back in saying he needed answers. He pulled the mouth covering off and told me if I did anything crazy then he would harm the children. He is such an asshole he always putting the got damn kids in adult bullshit. I told him I didn't know what happened and that I was sleep dreaming the next thing my belly was big then I went back to sleep woke up with a severe pain in my belly. Max slapped me so hard it shook the bed while saying I was lying and that someone was helping me and he finds out we both are going to die. My eyes went wide scared because he never threatened to kill me always to be punished. I was too afraid to say anything and I guess that pissed him off because he yelled at me saying that he was going to sell the baby and that the next time I get pregnant I better have a girl and walk away leaving m
Finally waking up I realized that I was on Max's bed tied up with my mouth covered again. Fucking asshole never playing fair. I tried to sit up but the chains wouldn't let me. The more I struggled the more the chains burned my arms. I heard the heavy, rapid footsteps approaching the door where I lay. Closing my eyes, I attempted to calm my racing heart, but fear overpowered me, and my wolf had not yet returned to help me out. The person fumbled with the keys, struggling to find the right one to unlock the door. When he finally succeeded, the door was yanked open abruptly. Startled, I opened my eyes, and there stood Willow's mate. His name escaped me at that moment. Regardless of his name, relief washed over me; I remembered Willow's words that they would aid in my escape, a hope I clung to. He removed the chains from my arms and legs, assisting me to stand. As I surveyed the room, I realized Anthony was absent. I inquired of Willow's mate about Anthony's whereabouts. He lowered his
Wow is all I can say…. I guess I should start from the beginning, so you'll know what I’m talking about. Hello, I’m Sky Bloodworth. I am a month away before I turn eighteen and can escape this hellhole. Let me give you a little background about myself. I am the only child of two successful parents. I know...boring…hit the snooze button on to the next story. But I promise if you hold on to the story it will get better. My dad was a doctor for adults and kids. I figured he had to be important because everyone addressed him as Dr. or Sir and never his first name, which is Jason. I thought it was weird to never hear people call him by his first name. What did I know I was twelve at that time. But I know I saw people coming and going from his office when I would come to visit every week to get my allergy shot. Mom was a scientist, which I thought was cool. Her name was Joy. When people call her by her last name, that would aggravate her. She always tells them to call her Joy. Mom was
Fast-forward to the present day: It's been five years of living in a nightmare, devoid of love and attention from those who claim to be my family. I figured out that my so-called aunt and uncle were only there for the money. Missing out on a few years of school wasn't a problem because I still did work online. Now, at seventeen and a half, I find myself parentless with no love. Tracy and David abandoned me in my childhood home on my sixteenth birthday. What a gift that was. I'm not angry, but rather somewhat relieved to be free from them and their weird behavior whenever I come around. They treated me like I was some kind of plague they didn't want to catch. Tracy and David occasionally return for the money my parents left me. My parents made it so I could get a stipend every month to take care of everyday lifestyle habits. Here's the twist: remember when I mentioned I'd never been sick a day in my life? Well, things change. After turning sixteen, I began feeling ill and exhausted
The following day, I showered again, wrapping my arm again, and lay back down on the bed, feeling inexplicably exhausted. Later, I mustered the energy to visit a doctor I found online. She confirmed that an animal had bitten me, took photographs, and collected samples of my blood and skin near the wound to identify the creature. After administering a shot, she jokingly told me not to get sick and die. When I mentioned that another doctor had said I was already dying, she gave me a peculiar look, laughed, and exited the office, saying she needed that laugh. She wished me a good day and said she'd see me in a week. Four days later, I began to notice changes in my body. While in the second period, I detected a heartbeat. Glancing out the window, I spotted a large dog. When I looked again, it had vanished. The hunger I felt during the third period the next day was overwhelming; the scents were tantalizing, which was strange since my classroom was far from the cafeteria, and I should on
After spending three hours on the sofa, longing for my parents' presence, I began to detect that familiar scent once more. Glancing at my hands, I knew I had showered, so the smell shouldn't be there. I dismissed the notion that I was imagining his scent simply because I yearned for him. Deciding to clear my mind, I went for a walk, as I've always cherished the night air under a luminous moon. I hoped it would help me make sense of the items left at my doorstep. Eventually, I found myself back at the beach. As I idly sifted sand through my toes, I unexpectedly felt warm despite the cool, breezy night. Opting to cool off, I waded into the water, clothes and all, given my light dress, and felt a slight relief. Looking up, I spotted that same figure by the shoreline, howling in my direction. Bobbing in the water, I mused over the late-hour presence of a dog. But then, realizing dogs don't howl like wolves, I was taken aback by the thought of a wolf being so near, thinking could that