Novel & Cerita Abused Animal Stories

It had completely vanished, as if it had never been there at all. During my vacation, I went home to visit my parents. They headed to the market at dawn to buy groceries and cook me a delicious meal. As I watched them busy themselves, I felt a surge of relief. It felt like I had survived a catastrophe. At the dinner table, my mother solemnly said, “Always carry some snacks with you. If you see stray cats or dogs, feed them. Don’t ever hurt an animal. “I heard Raines, your best friend, and her family suffered because she once abused a cat.”

He was a much bigger enemy than anyone in the room could have predicted. Next came Tia’s revelation. The last thing Tia wanted was to relive the weeks when she was abused and caged like an animal. At the tender age of nine, she endured all types of torture, from lashes of a riding crop and fists to the testing of electrocution and forced submission. The electrocution attempts were the moment of awakening for Meadow. That was the moment that the Goddess granted permission to Meadow to come forward sooner. A blessed wolf can never submit to anyone, not even their chosen mates. They were always to be equals, never less.

“My name’s Paige, and I’m here to get you out and take you to a shelter for medical care and clean-up. After that, we’ll try to get as many of you guys home as we can. Cat sent me. Can I approach?” Someone murmured an affirmative, and I picked my way through the room as my eyes adjusted to the dim light. When I finally saw the women, my stomach flipped, and my face went hot. Somehow, Cat was in nearly the best shape of the group. They had almost no clothes, cuts and bruises marred their skin, and a few clutched broken arms or sat crumpled over broken legs. An old news report floated back to me, lingering footage of starving and injured puppies in a puppy mill. As long as the breeders took th

supposed" mate,“ My brows cringed at his words. “Excuse me?“ “Sorry, that was a joke.“ he gave one of his dry chuckles. “Why you here all alone?“ His questions were too personal and I was feeling uncomfortable with them. I've never told anyone about my abusive mate. It was a secret and I wanted it to remain that way. ”C'mon, you just interrogated me a few minutes ago. And now you can't even answer the first question I ask?” he said in a throaty chuckle.

"No. You're the best, Ava. They're the evil ones, and I'm going to make them pay." Turning around, I fixed my sharp, menacing gaze on Georgina. "What right did you have to cut Ava's skirt and strip off her leggings? "This is abuse and a crime!" Georgina smoothed her hair and shot me a look of disdain. "I was correcting her bad behavior. School rules forbid inappropriate clothing, and since she wouldn't listen, I helped her trim it. "As for the leggings, they were so tight, so what if they hurt her? I was just doing her a favor.

Amanda paused and looked at me as if she was waiting for me to imagine what she was saying. She then continued; “ let me tell you a story, I came to this pack when I was just at the age of fourteen. I was abused since the age of five. At the time they found me, my parents sold me off to be a sex slave to an evil rogue lord. It was the same rogue lord that killed their parents. The twins came to average the death of their parents that day. The burned to ashes the whole rogue community. I was expecting them to kill me and the rest of the slaves too. But they did the opposite. They set us free and gave us an option. Either for us to come with them to their pack or go our own way. We all chose t

“I specifically came here to find you.” Intrigued and compelled by her plight, I crouched beside her, offering a hand for comfort. My touch, hesitant at first, lingered on her shoulder. “You can trust me. Tell me everything.” “I was kidnapped and enslaved at the Canine Pack,” Ava started. A torrent of words spilled from her lips, a harrowing tale of abducting, enslavement, and unimaginable cruelty. “There are several humans who are enslaved. The werewolves treat us badly. They only make us work and never give us proper food. They harass us and abuse us sexually. Whenever a woman gets pregnant, those monsters take them away.” She sobbed harder and harder.

Anyway, he kept saying that there are horrible creatures that lurk in the darkness here… While growing up he told me the story of the time when he was ten years old, his dog ran out of his family home—this townhome, the home I’m just about my home until my dad gets out of jail and the social worker says I can go back. He goes on and says that he watched his dog die that night being eaten alive by a wolf-like humanoid that he himself barely made it back home to safety. Then there were these stories of the locals being blood-sucking vampires and all the BS surrounding that subject. Oh and the witches of the forest and the great lake—supposedly they lure pregnant women to their deaths and drown

Animal in the forest. Aunt Sarah, when she took me from the orphanage, said that my mother had an accident and she would not return. The five-year-old didn't really care what kind of accident it was, only that his mother would never come back. And when she began to live in a pack, then, at first not wanting it, and then, greedily collecting every detail, she learned all the pieces of this story. Only now Aunt Sarah was already embarrassed to ask about the rumors that reached my ears. Shot by a hunter and finished off by wild animals, found by Morgan and buried outside the pack, as if she had been banished. Here is the end of my mother's story.

I reached out and, as carefully as possible, wiped away her tears. “I know,” I said, hating to admit it. Because when I did, all of this could have been avoided if only--- I took a deep breath and started at the beginning… “The MC has a very strict rule about--- pedophiles,” I said, barely getting the word over my lips. “Rabbit was molested as a kid by his mother, and Prez came from an abusive home where he had to watch his father and uncle molest his two older sisters. Even Knives has his own story with women, and it doesn’t end pretty.” I clenched my jaw, hating the memories that flashed behind my eyes…