𝖶𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖥𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌🧣 | 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗺𝗶𝗻

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messy/ugly story outline (WILL BE FIXED SOON!!)

seungmins pov past tense:

I used to live a happy life with the people I loved before the hybrid-slave trend hit.

It was a horrible event that caused me to be separated from my loved ones,

caused me to be put with my old owners..

they did all sorts of things to me..

to put it short:

I was their sex slave.

they told me it was all I was good at.

they told me the marks they left were awards.

things I should like.

they made it so I wouldn't speak for 7 fucking years.

they made my life hell.

I thought that I'd spend the rest of my pathetic life rotting in their basement, just waiting to be used for their own pleasure.

until...

they told me they'd bring me back to my family.

my home.

but no.

of course they lied.

OF COURSE THEY FUCKING LIED.

they instead abandoned me in the burning, cold snow in front of a forest that's known solely for the infamous mixed-hybrid pack that roams inside of it.

they left me to die.

I waited..

and waited...

but obviously..

they didn't come back.

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chans pov past tense:

I was walking through the forest's outskirts when I smelt something..

or rather someone..

unfamiliar..

I went to go see who the fuck dared to trespass on our packs territory when I heard sniffling.

there was a person huddled in a thin, raggedy blanket, failing to stay warm.

I could smell such an overwhelming scent of sadness and cold come from the figure that I couldn't hold back from trudging towards them, ready to pull them into a embrace.

I gently lifted them up into my arms and started walking back towards the main camp, not noticing the person snuggling into my chest, desperate for any warmth.

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when I got back to the camp I cautiously snuck into my own tent, fortunately going unnoticed by the other pack members, and placed the now sleeping person in my sleeping bag.

finally having a chance to look at them properly I pulled the blanket down from their face.

gasp

it was a puppy hybrid with a messy blonde mullet stained with blood from his injured ears.

he was covered in bruises all sorts of colours, ranging from greeny-yellows to dark purples; he looked like a pure, blank canvas littered with colours that each had terrible meanings hidden behind them like a mask.