Penelope’s POVMaybe it was an hour, maybe it was two, I could not quite tell but I knew my lungs hurt. Again, I tried to cry out for help, hoping anyone, someone in the pack house will be kind enough to help me up, save me and my child.I tried again, this time, my voice distant, the tears somehow dried up now and the blood did not stop." Anyone...please if you can hear me, help me" I cried again, yet no one came running.This was no coincidence. The pack house on average always had women and men up and running through the corridors. I knew Dax had asked them not to touch me. Just like he always did.Now I knew that dax loved to hit me. He made it obvious in fact. He would hit me for cooking too early, cooking too late, or cooking just in time.And I knew the pack members had somehow grown accustomed to my everyday yells of pain.I was on the verge of giving up, my arms were too sore to lift up now when I felt the pounding footsteps walking towards me.I was lying on my stomach, no
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