Please..

Zero - Twelve

Five and I sit against the wall, waiting for Seven to come back.

She has a client today. Things have been slow for the past week. Fewer and fewer wolves are showing up. I guess they found another spot to do they're..routine.

Before we had at least 3 clients a day. Me, Five, Seven, Four, Two, and Six. We've been here as long as we can remember. I do not remember what the outside looks like. Five says he remembers the sun.

He said that it was bright and made your skin hot. I wish I could feel the sun. How I wish I could see outside, just for a moment. I think I would like it better than here.

A bang against the door shakes me from my thoughts, making me jump along with Five.

The door opens to reveal a cut-up and bruised Seven, being held by the hair on her head. She's thrown inside and hits the ground. Once the rouge shuts the door I rush to her side. I help her stand as Five comes over and examines her.

"They were rough today.." Seven says quietly. I look at her sadly. "At least that was the last." Five whispers. "Yes.." She replies after a moment. "There was no protection. I hope a pup doesn't come out of this.." She says.

All of us stay silent. If a pup was born here..it'll go through all of this as well..once it turns 7. I know that none of us were born here. We were all taken when we were younger than 5. We were locked in this room, barely getting fed, until we all turned 7. We are still barely fed, but still.

There was only one pup born here, Two. She's been here forever. Her mother was held here and then died giving birth. The conditions of this place were too harsh to stay alive while using all her energy to give Two life.

And I know she didn't regret it because she gave her life. If she had regrated her then she would have beaten her stomach until Two was gone.

But I've been here longer than the rest. I was the first to be kidnapped. The youngest. Then One came. One was an Omega, like me. But he..he couldn't take being here. When he was 10, he killed himself by beating his head against a wall.

Two's mother came next. She took care of me and One while we were smaller. Then she died, and then there was Two. Three was next. She died right after she got here. She was 7. Her fifth client stabbed her to death, she bled out with no one trying to help her.

Four came when he was 7. He is a Beta. He doesn't talk. He never has. I don't think he's able to. Then there was Five. He arrived at 8. He is always so kind, even though he is cold sometimes. None of us blame him.

Six has the same story as Four. Except he can talk, he just doesn't want to. Then Seven. Seven is only a year older than me. But we have this connection. I think it might mean we are from the same pack, but I'm unsure.

There was an Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, and Twelve, Eight and Eleven killed by clients, and Nine committed suicide, and Ten, and Twelve were sold.

I do not know if there are others in this place. but I hope there isn't. I know that they are planning to take another child. I hope their plans fail. I do.

I do not want another pup going through this hell. Because there are only 3 ways out. The 1st is to commit suicide. The next is to be killed by a client. The last is to be sold, most likely being killed after a while too.

I know my end will be a while, or maybe it won't, I can't tell. I know because no one has lasted past 30. Five and Seven are closer than I, but I know I will die before then.

I'm worried for everyone. And for the next pup.