When it came for the late pack meeting, I get ready, and go downstairs. I see Joey awake, and wide eyed on the couch. "Why go to the pack meetings Lisandee?" He asks. I look up to see him. "Why are you asking Joseph?" I ask, suddenly realising he wasn't angry anymore. I had never seen him like this. "Because Lisandee." He says, standing up. I suddenly feel fear jolt through me. I feel arms on my own, and I feel pain in my arms as he squeezes harder. "Get away from me. Now Joey." I say, pulling away. "You think I'm Joey? No. He's asleep. I'm Mark." He says, and hs eyes flash. "What are you doing in my house?" I ask, angrily. He shakes head, "Lisandee. Why do you think your parents died? They promised me their first born. You." He says. "Whaty?!" I yell out, and grab my phone out, and turn on the light. "They can't help you. Come with me." He says, and takes me phone from me swiftly, and puts it in his pocket. He takes me finger. "Time to write a note for your presicous family and friends." He says, and puts my finger in his mouth, and bites. I yelp out in pain, as blood rushes to the surface, and he begins writing. He pauses and bites again for more blood. I struggle, and cry out, but he ignores me, and finishes, signing my full name. He takes out a knife and puts it to my palm, and cuts all around on both hands. Screaming, I struggle even more. "Now print." He says, and puts my hands against the wall. He leads me out of the house, and I scream out as loud as I possibly could, and try to run. I suceed once, and run down the side walk as fast as I could. I fall twice, but keep running till I reach a local police station. I run try to knock on the door, crying out and screaming, but am stopped by Mark. He is with two huge men. I scream out and kick the door open with my bare feet as I am picked up and pulled away. I cry and scream out loudly, but am thrown into a car, and the doors close. I only remember everything going black, and waking up nude, in a dark room. "Is anyone there?!" I yell out. I was tied like I was going to be pulled apart. I scream as my arms get tighter, and all of the lights turn on. "Oh my dear, don't wake the dogs. We all know you enjoyed what happened in the car. Your mother adored it as well. It'll happen again if you'd like." He says, as everything begins to seem unreal. Maybe because it was? Was it? Pain hits me, and I hear barking. Loud Barking.
