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When I was a little girl, my mother used to tell me stories about monsters. She used to say ‘ Sleep or a monster will come to take you. ’
I never slept after hearing that though. The mention of a monster coming to get me and the thought of being asleep when he might come, made me jump out of bed and be on my guard.
‘ Where do the monsters live? ’ I often asked her, the fear never leaving my heart. She said they live in only dark places so I avoided darkness.
I always stayed in the light.
‘ Stay with me and no monster will harm you. ’ My brother had assured me and after the restlessness of many nights, I finally fell asleep beside my elder brother - Elias Bane.
As time passed by, I understood that the monsters my mother mentioned, were not real. She told me about them to scare me into doing what she wanted me to do.
The fear was almost gone. Almost.
Deep down, I really yearned to see a monster. Call this a child’s fantasy or a fear, I really wanted to see monsters and I wanted to know what they were truly capable of so I could know if they were worth my fear or not.
Were monsters really Ruthless and wickedly powerful or were they just like us but their strength and wickedness was exaggerated? I wanted to find out.
I think some God was listening in to my secret conversation with myself and so…
He sent monsters.
They came into packs. They came with power. They came with madness swirling in their weird colored eyes. They came as animals, but they had the ability to disguise themselves as humans too.
They had only one goal - RULE THE WORLD.
And so, they did.
After an endless war of five years, they ruled the world. The rule and order of humans was gone – destroyed. The world we once knew as a humane civilization was taken over by those monsters and turned into a world of terror.
We named those monsters as werewolves. They shifted to wolves and back to humans, as they wished. An unmatched power and strength was gifted to the werewolves by some Goddess they called as Moon Goddess.
Those who possess such unmatched power are likely to become barbarous when a hint of madness hits their minds.
A kind which was animal and human at the same time was bound to be beastly.
They were brutal. They were those monsters everyone feared. They were those monsters everyone talked about.
Right after they took over the world, they decided they required their own pets so they started taking us humans as their slaves to do with us, whatever they pleased.
At least, the few humans who survived the bloody war against the monsters – werewolves, were taken as slaves.
I didn’t know what they planned to do to us in the beginning just like everyone else.
I found out their intentions behind taking us as slaves when me and my brother were taken slaves after the murder of Mom and Dad. I was only thirteen and my brother was eighteen back then.
They took us to one of their numerous packs where we found out that they will get us to do everything for them. We were the lowborn for them.
They used to command us, humiliate us, torture us in all the worst ways they knew off.
At first, I thought that they hated us humans for some reason, but with time, I concluded that it was their nature to be so cold - hearted, because they were monsters.
During my time of captivity, I experienced all kind of torture on the hands of those monsters. I can say that they went easy on me, because I was too young and if I had died, their entertainment would have ended...But, my brother was not so lucky.
When we were first brought there, we were given the right to choose our master and that master was supposed to be our everything. My brother and I chose a pair of mates, Lorraine and Noah, as our masters.
They both made me understand the meaning of the word ‘Monster’ for real.
They both used to tie me down as they sexually assaulted my brother, Elias in front of my eyes. Lorraine used to force my brother into pleasuring her while Noah did unspeakable things to him. Elias used to thrash, scream and cry a lot. He always begged them into letting him go for the sake of their own Moon Goddess but they never did.
‘ It hurts’. Elias repeated these two words like a broken radio all the time, but they didn't care.
They never let him go until he was bleeding or until he passed out from all the traumatic things they did to him.
When my turn used to come, they mostly made Elias watch as they beat the hell out of me. They always started by hitting my face again and again until my eyes were so swollen, I could hardly even open them. We knew they were going easy on me, because they feared I was too weak and I might die with the torture ending this entertainment opportunity for them.
Elias was mostly the one screaming even when they were torturing me. I was too scared and hurt to even scream. I was just...lost in pain. I often wished for death secretly, but death refused to claim me or Elias.
All of this left a permanent imprint on the body, soul and heart of me and my brother.
I was weak. I broke down into pieces and became the puppet they wanted. I did as they said, talked when they wanted, stayed naked all the time like they commanded.
I let them hit me, touch me, sexually assault me without even letting any sound come out of my mouth. Just like they desired.
But Elias never broke down. Even if he had it worse, he kept himself together. He had the spirit of a warrior. He was a leader just like my General Father.
And he did what was required of him. He formed a rebel group quietly.
How could humans ever give up? If werewolves had unmatched power, humans had unmatched determination.
It was the first time Noah decided to rape me in what weirdly seemed like the proper way if there was even a proper way, when I turned fifteen. He had tied me to a table as Lorraine watched me with her purplish eyes.
I stared back at her, because she had ordered me to do so. As I gazed at her lifelessly, I had felt something deep stirring inside me - A monstrous urge to claw her pretty eyes out, to feed those eyes to her own kind and watch emotionlessly.
...But, I couldn't do any of that. I just stayed still, lost in my thoughts, waiting for everything to end so I could finally sleep and wish I never woke up again only to realise that I was not going to die so easily.
I was less of a human than my brother or any human slave in that pack, because I gave up before anyone else did. Perhaps, the fact that I was the youngest there also played a part in my downfall as a human.
But my brother somehow saved me. I saw them – humans. Lots and lots of them.
Elias managed to convince all the humans in the pack house to rebel against the Monsters and everyone listened to him, making him the leader of the rebellion group.
It was that day the metal leash around my neck was gone. I don't know who killed Noah and Lorraine or how they even did it, because I passed out in my brother's arms, the happiness of being free again too much for me to handle.
I saw the light of the day that day after staying in the darkness for two long years. Two long, dark, never – ending years.
After that, we ran away from everything and everyone. We were in search of a new home where we could be safe from the monsters hunting us down.
It was hard.
The werewolves could see us, smell us and hear us from miles away.
Monsters were strong, smart, cruel.
We were inexperienced, directionless, weak.
We still managed to hide and grow ourselves so we could free every single slave and be the one’s to rule again though.
Our rebellion group was called HUMANS among those monsters. They knew of our presence just like we were aware of our fate.
But, were we really humans? After experiencing those unspeakable horrors, I never considered myself human.
I was just a slave. Before this rebellion, I was a slave to Noah and Lorraine, but then, I became a slave to the nightmares haunting me every night.
Years passed and I eventually touched a line where I was about to turn eighteen.
When we ran away, we ended up starting the war with the werewolves once more unconsciously. They were hunting us down from that time to take us back to their packs and slave us like before or to kill us.
As a result of everything, many mutilated bodies of our kind were found laying around. Many of us were caught and taken as slaves again, but a few of us managed to stay hidden and free.
A human can just do so much against such powerful monsters though.
They found all of us after almost three years. They ambushed our hideout in the higher mountains where we hid from them for a long time.
“ Run, Violet. If they catch you, they will take you to the Silver Moon Pack. Choose the one nicknamed Wolf as your master then. He will keep you safe. ” My brother shouted at me as he prepared the guns, loading them with silver bullets.
I don't know why my brother asked me to do this. All the werewolves were supposed to be the same, then why did he ask me to choose one of them as my master willingly? Why did he ask me to repeat history? And what did he mean when he said that Wolf will keep me safe?
I never got the chance to ask all these questions from Elias, because dread washed over me that very moment when Elias rushed out of our small hut. The thought of getting caught and then forced into slavery shredded my soul, so I ran.
I ran to save myself. I ran far away from my brother, Elias and my boyfriend of one year, Sylvan.
I couldn’t be their weakness, that's also why I had to run.
My legs carried me away from my family, but my fate led me back to the palms of the monsters.
They surrounded me like predators they were. One of them lunged at me and the next moment, I was falling to the ground, my own blood smeared all over my body.
‘ Choose the one nicknamed Wolf as your master then. ’ The words echoed in my mind and I felt my broken body being dragged over the hard forest ground, getting scratched all over, before I finally lost my grip on my conscious mind.
VIOLETEverything hurts. So, it means I am still unfortunately alive.Pain is the indication of the unwanted life. Always.I force myself to blink my eyes open. The pain becomes intense. It’s like a chunk of flesh was ripped off my shoulder when that werewolf lunged at me and I was thrown on the hard ground, my head hitting the stones with full force.Brutal. It’s the usual brutal treatment werewolves are used to giving humans.It will be an absolute lie if I do say that I am used to pain now. Pain is the only thing you can never get used to. If affects you the same even after years.My nose flares when I pick up the heavy smell of blood, sweat and urine in the air. My eyes blink rapidly, trying to adjust in the little to no light in the dark dungeon.There is blood everywhere. And there are bodies piled upon bodies, beside me. Some alive. Most dead. And a few dying.The word personal space or respe
VIOLET They all have enhanced hearing, so I don’t have to worry about them hearing my whisper or not.They all definitely heard me, but no one made a move to bring me out of here. They all seem surprised for some reason as I look at each one of them.Then, my eyes land on Kane who is giving me a murderous look.‘ All humans know better than to choose him as their master. ’ I hear a weak whisper from somewhere around me. I know it’s a human girl, but I don’t know what she means by it.‘ She must not know. ’ Another male murmur hits my ears and a shiver runs down my spine.What are they all talking about?“ You don’t ta
VIOLET Cassius takes a step back from me and a werewolf comes to my side. Grabbing my arm, he begins dragging me away from the main hall. Instinctively, I look back at Cassius who is staring at me. As I look at him, I notice Kane and the black eyed man coming to stand beside Cassius. All three gaze at me as their eyes flash different colours for a second. For a moment, I think that I am seeing things. Possible because I hit my head too hard. But, then I end up rejecting my own idea of hallucinating such things. Their eyes did change colours like Kane’s and Wolf’s did. Strange. I never noticed such things before. Turning my head back, I let the werewolf man lead me down the hallways to God knows where. Terror gnaws at my guts. What’s going to happen now? That’s the main question and what happened to Elias and Sylvan? That’s another question for me. There i
VIOLET “ My brother - My brother asked me to choose you. ” No response. Just the blank - predatory stare which penetrates my body and I feel needles pricking my skin as a result of this. I swallow the lump forming in my throat, but another one just appears back in its place. “ His name is Elias Bane. He said I should choose the one named Wolf in the Silver Moon Pack. Is this - is this…Silver Moon Pack? ” I ask him, hoping to stir his silence. Still no response. …But I do sense the Golden colour of his eyes almost fading to some other colour - like black or maybe, alluring darkness…That’s more like it. The longer he looks at me in silence, the more I feel like I am getting tortured. I want answers - At this point, I think I will do absolutely every possible and impossible thing to get those answers. Unable t
VIOLET I have never felt so confused in my whole life. Am I supposed to wait for what’s coming or should I try to run like I was trained to do? I can’t decide, but I admit there is something urging me to stay back, give it some time and trust that I chose the right one. Lilith takes me down the same way and back to the same bathroom which seems to be allotted to humans in a way. I remember how werewolves used to keep all the human slaves in the same room after they were done torturing us. It was a way to keep humans out of their business and it always protected their strengths and weaknesses from us. When we reach the bathroom, she sits me down at the edge of a rusty bathtub and goes out of there. My hate for the monsters increases some more as I stare at the dirty tiled floor of the bathroom, waiting for Lilith to come back.
VIOLET“ That’s why no one ever chooses him. All humans know that they should never say his name. ” She says.I don’t move from my spot and just watch her pulling back and sitting in front of me again. She shakes her head in pity this time and her sticky hair sway left and right with the movement of her head.I think I want to find all interesting things in the world so I don’t have to focus on what she just told me.Surely if this was true, Elias would have never asked me to choose Wolf specifically and he would have never said that Wolf was going to keep me safe.Nothing makes sense to me anymore.“ But it’s clear that you didn’t know. You just chose randomly and ended up being his slave. I can only imagine how brutal he must be, considering that he was involved in human massacres all around the world. ” The girl just keeps talking and doesn’t allow me to divert m
VIOLETLilith takes me back to the same room and stops outside the door. Her back is facing me. She raises her fist and knocks on the door as I feel my heartbeat speeding up.He is the King’s son. I was not wrong when I assumed that he is the man of power around here like Kane and Cassius and the third man with them.What I don’t understand is why did Elias made me choose Wolf? What was the reason? This question is going to continue choking me until I get an answer from someone.I gulp when Lilith opens the door and pushes me inside. I keep my head down as I stumble inside the room and she closes the door behind me.“ Better than before. ” I hear him saying plainly.Lifting my gaze, I steal a glance at him. Like before, he is covered in blood and he is still shirtless.This time, the blood is not p
VIOLET ‘ Free for claims. ’ This is a term every slave human fears significantly. It’s a term which means that the master werewolf doesn’t want their slave and anyone who wants or wins the fight can have that human - if that human survives the ferocious contest of pushing and pulling from all sides of course. It’s not like werewolves are dying to have that human as their slave who is already rejected by a master - it’s more like they enjoy the torment the human goes through. I have watched something like this before. Izel - I remember the girl as if I saw her just an hour ago. She was up for the claims and she fought with all her might, but in the end, she didn’t survive. They grabbed her arms from both sides, pulling her body apart, claiming her ripped limbs and her dead head as well. Bile rises in my throat as I recall the memor