Fenrir’s Masochism Night

Marsai

Tears streamed down my face as I tried to suppress my whimpers.

My dress lay in tatters, clasped between my legs as I huddled in the corner of the bed.

Fenrir had attempted to touch me against my will because I refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing me beg.

“Beg me, I want to hear you beg!”

I felt a fiery anger consuming me, squeezing my insides as I recall how strongly he had attempted to claim me.

Feeling overwhelmed by anger, I felt my strength drain away, my body sliding down the wall. I wanted to scream, but I was too powerless.

If I had the strength, I would have fought back, but I couldn't. I felt completely helpless.

I let out a groan, forcing the scream back down.

I have to escape, I can't stay here any longer. The Pack didn't offer much, except for Leah, my best friend, and maybe her twin sister.

It's a shame I haven't seen them since my parents' sudden death and Fenrir's uprising.

With that in mind, I disregarded all caution and mustered the last ounce