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The few rays of light that pass through the skylight of my bedroom in the basement make me think that it must have been 6 or 7 in the morning. Soon the alpha of this so-called pack would come, and I had to prepare the house.

Yesterday I didn't understand why I had to make this place clean and was preparing dinner. It's been several months since I last took care of this task. Because as I quote, the beta's son said: "You are too horrible to look at for us to let you wander around the house and touch our things". As if I had a contagious disease... So I was more than surprised when they let me out of my room. I certainly wasn't going to complain about it, getting out of my prison for a few hours would cheer me up. I could feel the burn of the sun on my skin again, and maybe I could even go outside for a while to breathe the fresh forest air, and hear sounds other than the slamming of cold metal against the wall.

The heavy door, which holds me prisoner in this place, shatters against the wall. The alpha goes down into the cellar and looks at me with disgust. I was lying on my torn, dirty, stinking makeshift bed, it no longer looked like anything. My uncle squats in front of me, I don't dare look him in the eyes. I had learned that you should never challenge yourself, even if my rebellious side deliberately wanted to do so. But hey, I wanted to get out of my cage to try a provocation.

- Today I am going to give you a privilege. Take these clothes and get dressed, then you're going to clean the house from top to bottom. In the afternoon I want you to prepare the best meals. The head cook has been... fired for good. A shiver ran down my spine because I knew what that meant for the poor woman. It didn't leave in its entirety, and I would be surprised if it was still whole... No one can prepare a real feast for our guests. So until we find someone more competent, you will return to your old duties.

Should I rejoice or not? Conflicting feelings run through my heart. Deep down, I didn't care, so I ended up taking the clothes that my uncle threw on the floor, and going to the little corner of my room where my makeshift toilet is located, as well as a small sink. My gaze turns to where my uncle was a moment ago. Only to find out that he didn't leave the room. He looks at me strangely, I don't want to know what that glint in his eyes means, and he ends up quickly looking away. A minute later, the door to my prison closes with a loud noise, but the lock has not been turned. The message was clear: “Get to work right away”.

With the little product I have, I quickly wash my face and push my dirty hair behind my back. I didn't have anything to tie them up with, so I left them messy. They reach to my lower back, and I wish I could cut them short. But I didn't have permission, because my torturers liked to be able to pull my hair during their various tortures. They said it increased their pleasure. A taste of bile rises in my throat. I push all my memories back into their secret box in the depths of my mind and put on the long black dress. I didn't own underwear or any accessories, but who needed them when the sole purpose of my life was to survive?

Climbing the stairs with anticipation, I push open the iron door and find myself straight into the kitchen. The sun shines on my skin, giving it a little honeyed glow. I smiled weakly, happy to see that I hadn't completely lost the colors I had inherited from my late father.

A noise makes me jump, my eyes fall on the first lieutenant of the pack who is filling the large fridge. My stomach starts to rumble, it's been days since I've had enough to eat. Yet I knew that if I took anything without permission, I was going to get beaten up again. So I turn away from the food and head to the cupboard, where I grab what I need to clean the house.

Hours passed, and I took refuge in one of the guest rooms during lunch, so as not to have to put up with the members of the pack. Meals were a sacred time. The alpha, his son, as well as the beta, and his son gathered around the table to talk politics and other pack issues. No slave was allowed to disturb them at that time, except those who served the meal. Besides, I had no desire to see the worst of my torturers all together in the same room as me.

Once their lunch is finished, I start cooking to prepare dinner. Starter, main course, dessert, and a list had been placed on the counter, so I knew exactly what they wanted. The time was going to be right, I hoped I could finish everything, anyway, I had no choice, otherwise, there would be consequences.

About 5 hours later, I finished putting the finishing touches on the meal, and quickly set the table. I only had 5 minutes left before the alpha and his minions arrived. I make the table as presentable as possible in the allotted time. However, I don't have time to put the glasses on, when I hear the sounds of approaching footsteps, I rush towards the cellar to take refuge in my lair. No time for finalization...

A hand grabs me by my hair and knocks me to the ground. The beta's son positioned himself on top of me, in a purely sexual position, I was terrified. His eyes were dark, fearsome. His wolf wanted to let off some steam and I knew I would be his target. I had done my duty, so I could take the blame now. I was sure he had been looking forward to this moment all day.

His hand in my hair pulls me up to my feet and forces me into the basement, closing the door behind him. He pushes me down the stairs, which I run down, falling head first. I feel my jaw break as I hit the ground, along with several of my ribs. My attacker slowly descends the steps, hatred, and envy mingling in his gestures. I try to back up to the wall, as far away from him as possible.

- So my soulmate, you thought you could escape me today? The table was not prepared on time, so you know the consequences of this mistake.

Yes, I knew her. So I end up curling up into a ball and locking myself in my head. I had learned over the years to protect myself from different attacks to survive. I then immersed myself in the happy memories of my childhood, leaving my disjointed body in the care of my tormentors. Over time, I even managed to no longer remember the abuse. Only my body, which was sore in certain places, left me guessing what had happened or not.

My mind wanders, thinking of my parents and their smiles. I feel someone lifting me forcefully, but I don't care. My dress is pulled up, and... I focus on my memories, forgetting the pain in that part of my body. Once finished, the blows plunge me more and more into darkness, I still don't move, I don't scream, I don't cry, refusing to satisfy my attacker. I hear him shouting his rage in the distance. He hadn't succeeded in breaking me out of my trance.

In a way, I was proud that I could make him scream like that. Yet his anger did not weaken, in general, he would have left to come back later and resume his tortures. I start to get scared, which brings me back to the reality of the moment. The beta's son must see something in my eyes because a smirk paints his lips. He then takes out a knife and puts it to my throat. He tears my clothing with one blow, leaving me more to his perverted eyes.

- You thought you could escape from me, my angel. Know that I hate it when you withdraw into yourself like that. You must be able to enjoy all the pleasures that I offer you. His eyes are a few millimeters from mine, and I can't hold back a silent tear. My control was broken, I was aware of everything around me. Make him go away and leave me alone, please. Since you have been naughty, I will give you an eternal gift.

With that, his gun crashes violently into my thigh, making me scream. It wasn't a standard knife, I could feel that. It was specially designed to burn the flesh of a wolf and leave lifelong scars on my body. During all these years of torture, he had left many marks on me, most of which had disappeared over time. But this one would not go away so easily, I felt it in the depths of my soul.

My attacker ran the blade several times across my stomach, as well as my right breast, scarring it for life. The cuts weren't too deep but burned to the point where my voice cracked from screaming. Suddenly, the blows stop, and I open my eyes feverishly. The man is still above me, staring darkly. The cellar door opens suddenly and I hear his father, the beta, calling him saying that their guest is at the limits of the territory. My tormentor then stoops, and commits the act that will pursue me for a long time to come. The blade passes deep across my cheek, up to my throat. Blood is running into my mouth, I can no longer cry out my pain. Lips rub against my left ear, I hear his disgusting breath:

- There you go female, from now on, you will be marked forever. You belong to me even in your flesh, never forget that. You couldn't escape me, wherever you were I would find you.

With his perverse laugh, he leaves the room, leaving me in a bath of blood. The darkness attracts me, I feel life leaving me little by little. Maybe I would finally have the eternal rest I so deserved. I let my mind plunge into absolute darkness.