Shattered innocence

The grunts of a man, coupled with the sounds of clapping flesh, filled the once-quiet room.

I had blacked out for only a few minutes but regained consciousness again.

The weight of this strange man pinned me down, stealing my voice as the torture continued.

Seconds turned to minutes. I lost track of time.

"Please stop..." I managed to whisper, my legs numb from being overstretched for so long.

Yet, my begging only seemed to spur him on as he increased his pace, pounding and thrusting harder into me.

His strong hands pinned my arms above my head as tears streamed down my cheeks.

After what felt like a lifetime, he finally slowed, his assault coming to an end.

My body felt drained, the drugs still coursing through me.

When he moved off me, I was left trembling, fragile, barely holding onto consciousness.

I watched as he staggered off the bed, my vision blurred, but I could still make out his silhouette.

He tried to stand, failing a few times before finally finding his footing.

"Who... are you? And why did you rape me?" I stammered, my voice barely audible.

He ignored me, wobbling toward the door. I tried to move, to stop him, but my body refused to cooperate.

A deep growl suddenly rumbled from his chest, startling me.

I blinked, trying to focus as another guttural sound filled the room.

His back was turned to me, his tall, muscular frame trembling. Then, he fell to his knees, groaning. I gasped as his bones began to snap.

The agonized wails continued as fur sprouted across his body, his form shifting before my eyes. A wolf now stood where the man had been.

My heart pounded violently against my ribcage as the beast turned its gaze on me.

It stepped forward, slow and deliberate. I shrieked, trying to scramble away, but my body refused to obey. There was no escape.

I was going to die at the hands—no, the fangs—of the monster that had already violated me.

Tears streamed down my face as I stared at the beast. My mind raced, yet I remained frozen in place.

The wolf climbed onto the bed, moving with eerie precision. I trembled, fear consuming every fiber of my being.

I had heard stories of them, but never in my life had I imagined I would witness a shift with my own eyes.

Desperation clawed at me as I tried to inch back, but my head slammed into the headboard.

"Please don't hurt me," I whimpered, my lips trembling.

The wolf lunged. My instincts kicked in, and I barely managed to lift my leg in defense. But it was futile. The beast clamped its powerful jaws around my ankle.

A piercing scream tore from my throat as its teeth sank deep. Blood gushed from the wound, my cries echoing through the room.

Then, as suddenly as it attacked, the wolf released me. Without another glance, it bolted from the room, leaving me bleeding, broken, and alone.

I clutched my ankle, hastily tying fabric around it to stop the bleeding. I had no idea how long I sat there, dazed and terrified, but I knew I had to escape.

The thought of him returning sent fresh waves of panic through me.

I had no idea where I was. The drug was wearing off, my vision clearing enough to take in my surroundings.

I forced myself to stand, biting back a cry as pain shot through my wounded foot.

The ache between my legs was unbearable. My first time... and it had been stolen from me in the worst way possible. I bit down the sob threatening to escape and pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a sweater before stumbling out of the room.

I had nothing. No phone, no money, not even my gun.

***

The scent of rusting metal filled my nostrils as I limped down the corridor, searching for a way out of this place.

Every step sent sharp pain through my legs, the injury on my ankle slowing me even more.

My eyes darted around, scanning for any signs of life, but I found none. I was completely alone.

Finally, I found an exit. The moon loomed high above, bathing the world in its eerie glow.

A dense forest stretched before me. I had no idea where I was, but there was only one goal in my mind—getting as far away as possible.

I forced myself forward, pushing into the thick trees. My heart pounded with every distant howl that echoed through the night.

Sweat coated my skin as memories of what had happened resurfaced, threatening to consume me.

After what felt like forever, I emerged from the woods. Relief washed over me as I spotted a highway ahead.

The road was empty as I stumbled onto the asphalt, my body shaking with exhaustion.

I kept walking, praying for a miracle.

Hours passed, yet not a single car came. The cold seeped into my bones, my limbs trembling from fatigue.

My legs gave out beneath me, and I collapsed onto the hard pavement. The pain in my ankle burned, my vision spinning wildly.

I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.

With the last ounce of my strength, I took two more steps forward before the world faded into darkness.