Damian
I ignored the pain in my knuckles as I pounded the bag, throwing my whole weight at it in hopes of calming the storm that was raging. “Fuck!” I uttered collapsing against the bag out of breath and ignoring the split skin and blood that ran down my hand.
How the fuck anyone could do that to another human being, let alone young innocent defenceless women.
“Wow, Daimo’ man, You alright?” Roman asked stepping into the gym in his own workout clothes and getting an eyeful of what no doubt looked like a man on the edge of committing murder.
“Not really.” I uttered dropping onto one of the benches and running my hands through my hair. “Just got finished with Jacksons deposition of Freya.” I informed knowing of course that he had missed it.
“That bad?” he queries his expression suddenly sombre, and I shook my head.
“Worse, man.
Freya“It’s okay. You never have to do anything that you don’t want to do here.” He uttered but he seemed disheartened, and I hated that, that my own fear and stupid reactions were causing someone else hurt. People shouldn’t be able to hold this kind of power, abusers shouldn’t have an effect on their victims and their families’ months down the line and yet I knew that unless I faced my fears, I would end up jumping at my own shadow for the rest of my life.Taking a deep breath I closed the gap between us, stopping directly in front of Damian, so close we were almost touching. His surprised eyes met mine and a slow smile spread across his face. “I want to.” I uttered my words quiet in the empty hallway. “I just don’t know how to. I’ve never lived a life like this Damian, I have no idea what I’m doing here, I’m out of my depth.” I stated
FreyaWell, this certainly wasn’t how I had expected things to go, somehow, I felt comfortable, at ease. And that was entirely Damian. He was patient and didn’t seem to mind explain things to me. I did wonder if that would still be the case when he was explaining things to me in the weeks to come, because let’s face it, there was no way I would pick up on all of this in a couple of days. This was an entirely different way of life.“Is there anywhere you would like to go?” He asked and I turned my attention to his chiselled features, taking him in for a moment and considering my answer.By the nature of our species, I was supposed to be able to trust this man with every part of my being. He hadn’t given me any indication that he was a tit for tat kind of man, so I took a leap of faith and told him the truth.“Is there somewhere we could go to shift? It’s been so lo
FreyaAs it turns out, a run was just what I needed to clear my head.By the time we returned to the pack house, and I headed upstairs to shower and change ready for the Luna ceremony I felt ore like myself than I had in months. I had no doubt that Damian had played a part in that.I felt confident, I was still weak, the exorcise had left me out of breath and my muscles were shaking with the unaccustomed strain of actually doing something but the burn was amazing, like I had achieved something.We ran into a couple of pack members on the way back to the house, which was an experience unlike any I had lived through before.I had been raised to be wary, to distrust before trusting, and to always be cautious, as such it was in my nature to be on the defensive, to protect myself and what was mine, although it took me until that moment to realise that I believed Damian to be mine. Which was enlightening for b
Freya 6 months agoI was raised as a rouge. It’s not quite the same as most people expect, we do live in groups, or a pack if you will, only there are no rules, no hierarchy. And yes, sure it does lead to a lot of dissidence and chaos from time to time. And I have no doubt that life would be simpler under the rule of a structured pack, but all things in life have their advantages and disadvantages.I had no one to answer to, I was free to go where I wanted when I wanted, and I had been most places. With no pack to serve I had more free time than most and under the expert tutelage of my ‘uncle’ I had become well educated and well trained to boot.I knew more than most about how the world works, about what was expected of me and how to play to my own strengths and weaknesses and the perceptions of those around me. And while that is mostly a good thing, unfortunately it can give way
FreyaDay 7 of captivityOne week into my stay at the cabin of hell and I had formulated a very rough plan with help from the other two girls. Thankfully a few minor beatings were all we suffered over the last few days. Our energy levels were low from the lack of food, which would mean our stamina and muscle mass would be deteriorating by the day. If we didn’t get out of here soon, I wasn’t sure we would be able to. So, on day seven I sat against the wall, trying to ignore the ache in my body from being crouched all the while and played with the thin nail I had hidden behind my back that Chloe had pulled from the wall.It would be a tight fit, but I expected I should be able to pick the locks on our cuffs without too much trouble, it would just take a while.So, I sat working out the timing to figure out the best time to make a break for it, when t
FreyaDay 19 of CaptivityTears leaked from my eyes as I sat in silence staring at the empty space across the room where Amy once sat. The smart young woman had been beaten to death over the space of six hours while the man with the long beard held my head in place so I couldn’t look away.I could still hear her screams and see her blood splatter against the wall as claws slashed through her skin.They said they were teaching us a lesson. Teaching me a lesson. We belonged to them now, and any attempt at escaping would be met with deadly force.It worked. The remaining three girls and I hadn’t uttered a word since they dragged her bloody broken body from the room at first light.Living as a rogue had hardened me. I had witnessed murders, many of them over the years, I had even played a part in taking a life a time or two but always in defen
FreyaDay 95 of captivityThe first time I woke it was dark outside, the room I was in had a small window along the back wall which set my heart racing for all of a second before the bars in front of it registered. It took way to long to get my pained mind to realise that the bars weren’t on the window however, they were surrounding me.With a pained groan, I tried to shift around, noting the enclosure I was in but the space was so small I could barely sit up. My legs were crushed against my chest as I shifted into a slouched seated position with head touching the bars above me and I felt out with my tender hands toying to find a way out.Once my eyes adjusted ad I was awake enough to register what I was seeing it truly sank in. I was in a cage. An animal create, with thick metal bars and a lock on the gate. I tested the cold metal, tugging on t
FreyaDay 165 of captivity The new girl was coming around quicker than I had expected. I sat back quietly watching, waiting for the screaming, and crying and panicking to start. I expected that tonight would be another sleepless one. Not that I begrudged the woman her horror, after all I had been here for months and still struggled to come to terms with how man could to this to other living beings.She groaned as she opened her eyes, feeling her head and her hand came away bloody and I wondered just how bad the wound was, would she even make it until morning? They hadn’t all. Her hand dropped from in front of her face as I saw the second se realised she was in a cage, but she didn’t panic like the others had, she didn’t scream of cry, she just lay there and tugged on one of the bars.“Hello.” I uttered then winced, so much for keeping to myself, so much for scared and