"DON'T GET CAUGHT. DON'T GET CAUGHT. DON'T. FUCKING. GET. CAUGHT."
She chanted these words repeatedly, displaying reasons and visualising the aftermath of getting caught.
You'll be bonded. Restrained. Confined. With no freedom over yourself. Prayin...
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My frame got smacked against the ground, due to the potent intensity of strength applied behind the push. A groan left my mouth as the handle of my dagger launched a blow somewhere near my liver.
The fear coiling around my heart seemed heavier than that of the person pinning me down. I wasn't breathing, I wasn't moving, but the pounding of my heart was deafening. Accumulating whatever strength I had, I clutched the dagger in my hand firmly.
Whoever was restraining me, was unquestionably brawny. When I made an attempt to turn around and dive the dagger deep in his heart, a chuckle resounded above me.
“Leave me if you don't want to die.”
My voice was barely audible, due to my face being fiercely pressed against the ground. My prognosis about him being in his wolf form came out erroneous– a big mistake.
Suddenly, I was whirled around violently, a groan left my mouth as my frame was scraped against the ground. Everything happened in an exceedingly rapid motion.
One moment, I was beneath him, lifting my dagger to dig deep into his skin, so that he'd loose his hold on me, but before my dagger could even touch his skin, I felt the agony of canines digging into my skin. My eyes widened and everything went white and red, as an ear-splitting scream departed my lungs.
My hand moved on its own accord as I plunged the firmly clutched dagger deep somewhere in his body. Something wet trickled down and landed on my face, as I released the hold I had on my dagger.
Tears rolled down my cheeks endlessly, as the anguish settled deep inside my heart like a second home. My scream laced with agony didn't stop. I was still screaming. I was still crying. I was in pain.
I was in so much pain.
I sensed lightness above me as the heavy weight pinning me down vanished, but I was indifferent to it. I needed my mom. I needed my dad.
Mom. Dad.
I desperately needed my parents.
They would certainly do something. They had the power to liberate me of my pain.
Mom, dad, I need you. Come and get me, please.
The white light in my vision was gradually diminishing. I was loosing my consciousness. I was hoping death to embrace me because I knew that I wouldn't be able to welcome reality if I woke up.
My body was heavy with discomfort when I opened my eyes. Moisture began forming in my eyes, as I remembered the previous incident. I raised my hand to examine whether it was true or just a nightmare I had experienced. Something jingled as I tried to raise my hand– I couldn't.
I was cuffed.
I was cuffed to the hospital bed like those psychotic patients. The pace of my heart rised as I frantically looked around for someone– anyone.
