Amy's Provo
I'm shook awake by some random fucker. Perhaps he, she, it, is easy to piss off. Ooo, this is perfect, absolutely perfect. I love a good beating, the fresh smell of blood and the pain always made my day. I open my eyes slowly with a sly smile on my ugly ass fuck face.
I looked to see who it was and found my 'mate' crouched down in front of me. Why is this ass wipe down here. I growl to get the message across, that I don't want to see him. He cowers back and I see that his eyes are fucking black.
Well fuck me running side ways. His wolf is in control, that means he's unpredictable. Normally I couldn't care less, but this is my mate were talking about here. If he wants to fuck me, literally fuck me, then he'll stop at nothing to do so.
Well then I guess he'll have to die trying. My wolf took control and I felt my bones began to rearrange as I growled. I lunged and he seamed taken back by it, almost looked as if betrayed. Hahaha, this is to funny. He thought I cared. I slashed his side and licked the blood that was dripping off of my paw.
He tackled me mid lick and we slashed, bit and clawed each other until we had the cell walls painted red. A loud bang ecode through the cells as my shoulder erupted in pain, but nothing I couldn't handle.
He lunged for my neck. He tore into it as if it was a scrap of meat in the middle of a fucking desert. I tried to growl but it came out as a low raspy gurgle. It was utterly pathetic. I deserve death. I shifted back with a sly smirk on my face. This isn't so bad. I looked to mate and gave a gurgly laugh.
I wouldn't miss this for the world. Blood, delicious, eluring blood filled my mouth and pooled on the cold cracked pavement. I lick my lips savoring the taste. I grow weaker by the second. I just hope this isn't a dream. I hear the door creak with a scream to follow, only to have a roar answer it.
My vision blurred to the point that I could barley define the outline of the blobs at the top of the steps. How interesting, I hear struggling I hope there's a lot of blood. My chest starts to shake violently from me drowning in my own blood. A hear farce growing fading into the back ground as I struggle to listen to it.
Everything goes pitch black and my mind gets fussy. My entire body goes numb and I feel my self stop breathing. This is it, this is the end. Good, I thought it would never fucking come. I can feel myself smile as my mind goes blank and heart stops.
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Abused Angel
De TodoAmy has scars hidden from everyone and her sadistic nature. Her grandparents were always there for her, but when they die she struggles with the pain of it, her real family, and finding her mate. Will she except him even though he almost killed her...
