1. DARKNESS MY FRIEND

FLAVIA’S P.O.V

Plop…..

Plop…..

Plop….

A door opened.

My head was hanging over, my hands bound by ropes laced with just a little bit of silver to keep me weak but not to the point of death.

Ashton and Wendy wouldn't want me dead, now would they? How would they afford the new house they bought ? How would they eat the food they ate if not for me ?

In my eyes, they were supposed to be worshiping me. I made them, I made them what they were at that point.

A chuckle rumbled from my chest but instead of it pouring from my mouth, a fit of coughs exploded with blood pouring out.

My body suddenly shook, shivering deep to the bone.

I was cold, I was so cold.

My head picked up, or tried to but instead, I lolled back with my back and neck aching in a way I never thought it would. I was not a stranger to pain, pain was my companion, it reminded me that I was still alive, that I was a living creature too.

Instead of the chuckle that had roared so powerfully slipped out a few tears. I felt them roll down my eyes, felt them burn my skin and for a second I basked in their heat.

What had I done?

The soft voice I hated in my head cried out and it had me jerk up only to be zapped by the silver from movement. I bit my lip hard with the pain moving in waves all over my body.

How could people who I had worked so hard for do this to me? Seven years of torture, seven years of crying and begging. I would not beg anymore. I would never beg anyone ever again. I hated them, I hated all of them. I hated their species, I hated their smell, their long sharp teeth and blood sucking red eyes. I hated all of them.

If hate could kill, they would all melt and die from my hatred.

The cough died down and I could finally breathe, the voices noted  but I could care less. I tried to pull up my head again but failed. My body swung from the effort, moving back and forth.

A hand came at my waist, it cold  and I shivered.

My throat closed, my body quivering with my mind going in panic. I knew what was to come. It was a brand new day after a long cold night. My body had tried to heal itself but my wolf was weak and needed healing itself thus my body was still blue black.

I knew the awful lady was talking to me, I could hear her laugh echo all through the dark room they had built under their new house. It was specially made for me, to chain me up with no way to escape.

I knew she was happy, hearing and feeling it. She carried a tune, why wouldn't she, she was rich. I mentally shook my head. Something cold and wet was placed on my skin, my mind working over time to comprehend what it was. It was slow, after years of torture and abuse, it had broken down.

At times I was afraid I had lost it, I had lost my mind. Sometimes I was afraid I had lost all sense. Sometimes I just wanted to laugh all night, sometimes cry all night but I would hold myself  with the thought that maybe just maybe I had gone mad.

A sponge, yes, it was a sponge.

The water ran down my legs, she cleaning and getting me ready for the day that was on us. She was getting me ready for my every day hell.

Just die, just die.

I chanted in my head, wondering why wouldn’t I just die.

She went around my bare breast, paying much attention which had me frown. From there she came to my private parts. I hung still, she taking her time.

I don’t know why I was just getting this bad feeling all of a sudden. My stomach was always sore from hunger but at that point it turned with nothing but fear. I hated feeling like that.

My ears tuned in, wanting to hear what she was saying suddenly.

I was scared though, scared to even listen. I knew it was coming. I had known since I was twenty with my body welding itself to womanhood that one day I would truly suffer. I knew that one day they would take it far, too far and truly break me.

The fear hit hard, whimpering as she began shaving off my private parts.

“ Today you will have a special guest, you know him. He is willing to pay a lot for a special session. You should be proud, we raised a beautiful girl Flavia….”  Wendy bubbled on and on as she proceeded to shave my legs.

I thought I had finally died. I did not breathe, I did not blink nor move for the longest time. Her words did not make sense suddenly, hearing an echo in my head but not settling, not making sense.

I told you, my mind was breaking.

My lips trembled, everything suddenly setting into place with the meaning of the words clear and clair.

My body moved, pushing away the pain, pushing away the bolt from my wrist as the rope dug into my skin, spreading the poison into my blood.

My mouth opened, the plea pushed out but I had not talked in so long, only a low disturbing sound came out and I was grateful. Tears flooded but I angrily pushed them back.

I wanted to beg, I wanted to beg so hard for mercy. I wanted to beg them to please not do this but why? I would never beg them again. The stubborn part of me had me bite my tongue so hard it drew out blood. I would rather die than beg them.

I had learned a long time ago that they would never let me go, that they found pleasure in seeing me in pain. They hated me as much as I hated them.

Wendy placed the short wrap-around she usually wrapped around my chest down to my mid thigh but she stopped.

“ Let’s leave off it today, it will bring in more customers.” She finished off, nodding her head as I felt sick to my stomach. My stomach finally gave the final kick, gagging but no food to take out. It just had so much pain explode all over my body, my intestines eating each other. I gagged again, feeling like acid would pour out. My throat burned hard.

The door closed, Wendy done with her clean up and I was sure there was a long line already.

Meet a Werewolf! That was what they called their little business, how unoriginal.

Apparently, vampires were at war with my species. I knew nothing of what I was besides that I could change into a wolf. At first she used to talk to me. She was strong, head strong even worse than I was but with each day of the torture she drew back little by little until there was just a void.

A part of me was scared. A part of me was scared they had finally killed her. I could feel the shadow of what she once was. I could feel the burning fire she once carried dimming down little by little. It killed me more than everything they had done to me.

She was mine, she was my wolf, the only creature that had been on my side. Even with the torture and pain, her sole purpose every day was to keep me alive, to keep me fighting, to never give up. So why would I betray her now and cry? Why would I betray her by giving up?

I was never going to allow them to win. I was never going to allow them to break me. I could make it out and I knew I would have to do it sooner than later. They had taken so much from me but they would not take anymore, they had taken enough, no more.