Savior

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I'm reposting this story off of my old profile so ignore author notes and such
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"Welcome to hell."

Hell. Well, I expected worse. The three of them left their spots and went to different areas around the room, probably giving me time to process it all. I try to imagine how I felt not even 24 hours ago. I was mostly in the same circumstance, but not a personal slave that's forced into labor.

I wonder if they had tough times too. They all seem very optimistic and seem okay with the situation we're in. I, on the other hand, hate this. I'd rather die than serve a pack of worthless canines. I know I don't know them yet, but who in their damn mind keep rouges as slaves.

I don't see how people could hate their own kind or how they could put them into slavery. I hate how all packs think that. Rouges are classified as pest. They treat is as a group of flies. They show no mercy. We're just gross, pesky, easy-to-kill no-good flies that with a single swap of their hand, they could have us dead.

There' so much more too each person. We didn't choose this life. If I had the choice, I wouldn't be kept captive in a dirty cellar. I'd be with my pack; a loving one. They'd care about me and my well-being. They would believe what I say because I would never betray them.

I would have a family. One that loves me. My brother who would ask me to play all the time and I would say yes because people need to learn to cherish things they have. Hs smile would make my day and brighten up the pack. A mom that would care for me and cook me treats. She would have my favorite meal prepared for me on my birthday and cry when she saw how fast I was growing up.

I would have a dad. He would mess up my hair and tease me when I complained. He would yell at me when I snuck out and did wrong. He would interrogate any boy who came over to make sure they didn't break his little girl's heart. He would cry as he walked me down the aisle to my mate on my wedding day. He would threaten him one last time as he handed me over to him. He would kiss me on the head and say 'I love you'.

I love you...

Things don't work out the way we want. They never do. The world is sick. I'm tired of trying to see the good in it anymore. Packs are horrible and they are filled with horrible people. I pray for the children that are growing up fearing from stories that rouges will get them in the night. I'm sick of that the biggest insult to a person was to call them a rouge. I'm sick of it.

I give up on being the conservative kind of girl. I'm not going to show this pack any respect because they don't deserve it. I'm going to show these people who the real Belle Salvoochi. How she can fuck you up and fuck you up hard.

And if I push them hard enough, they may kill me.

Please let them kill me.