Chapter 17: Caged Freedom

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Ryker

I need to get out of here. I need to get away. I pant as my claws dig into the padding, scraping what little they can. 


These walls are strong. 


The anger in me resurfaces, and I growl angrily, jumping against the wall, digging my claws in and hissing audibly before I slide back to the ground. 


I turn to the mirror, and tilt my head at my reflection. 


Squinting my eyes, I try to see through it, having always wondered---no---figured what is behind it. Or rather, who. 


Quite clever actually. 


I snarl, baring my half-shifted teeth, clashing them together. I take a few running steps, before jumping at the mirror in the same fashion, my body thudding against it. 


I stare at myself in my wild eyes as I slide down, hissing and spitting. 


I hate being locked up. I'm learning that the hard way. Obviously. 


I huff, scraping my claws into the padded flooring, trying to actually do some real damage. They start bleeding again, instantly reddening. 


The pain is numbing. 


Blisters coats them, and when rubbing against the padding, they pop roughly, juice pouring out. I grin.


If I can't get my anger out on the room; therefore, the walls and floor...then there's another way to satisfy it. 


I hastily start to claw my own left hand, my smile deepening as more blood escapes the wounds. The numbness has started to go away, replaced with fire. 


Good. It's helping me focus. 


I hum thoughtfully, rocking back and forth, my legs criss-crossed as I continue to rip my hand to shreds. 


I do so for another few minutes until a part of the wall behind me slides open. 


Enraged, I turn to face the men walking in, my fangs bared, teeth pushing against one another. Ophet is the leader, and he holds up his hands slowly. 





Ophet

"You shouldn't be doing that." I tell the wild as he stares at us with cornered eyes. He bares his sharp teeth at us, a crazed look...in my opinion. 


"Now, now." I admonish, huffing. He continues to glare at me, and I frown. "You know, if you didn't stare at us like you want to rip us to shreds, I'm sure we can find some sort of peace between each other." 

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