Mute Abused Beauty

1. The Night Before

I hear them coming. My heart rate speeds up and I try not to panic or pass out. They're getting closer and I can't help but freak out when I hear more than one of them.

God I'm so pathetic. I've been her for 11 years now and I still panic every time. Like I should be used to it by now but I'm not. I guess I'll never be used to this torture.

Why can't they just kill me already?!?

I grab onto the chains on my wrists and squeeze until I feel them cutting into my hands. This calms me down a little bit. I hear the metal door slam against the concrete wall and instantly start to silently cry.

I feel the chains on my ankles being pulled until I was being dragged on the ground till my arms were fully extended and so were the chains on them.

The ragity shirt I have on is slid up to the bottom of my bra exposing my cut, bruised, and scared stomach. I feel a lot more pressure on my wrists all of a sudded then realize that I'm being pinned down but one masked guy and the other is kneeling between my ankles.

Slowly he crawls up and straddles my hips. I struggle to get him off of me. But he wont. He just runs his hands from my hips to my breasts and starts to play with them.

He leans down next to my face. "Come on baby just beg me to stop. You don't have to be so quiet." I don't say anything just struggle more as the pressure is releaced from my wrists. I look over to see the the short man is in the corner of the room where they keep the knives and "tools".

"Come on baby talk to me. Just say stop and I will." Liar. He'll never stop. He never did when I was 7 and would beg and scream.

I feel the cold blade of the knife on my stomach. Not cutting me just sitting there. Taunting me. Reminding me of what's to come.

I feel the pressure return on my wrists and then a pair of lips on my neck. I struggle again to try and get this nightmare to end. The bigger guy slides down to he's kneeling between my legs and he runs his hands down to my panties.

He hooks his fingers in them at my hips and rips the down to my knees. I squeeze my eyes shut wanting everything to just be over. I hear him unzip his pants and seconds later he shoves himself inside me and I let out a small wimper and squeeze my eyes tighter.

After a while when he's done it's the shorter mans turn. They switch positions and the taller man is playing with my breasts while the other is raping me. This goes on for a bit until the shorter man is finished.

I honestly would rather have them continue to rape me than have them do what I know is coming next.

The knife that was laying on my stomach was tilted up and dragged across my stomach. I let out a small shrieking sound. I let the tears fall freely and silently wishing and pleading to just die already.

After a while I go numb but I know that they haven't stopped. I open my eyes and notice that every few seconds they pass the knife to the other. Usually they don't do that. Out of curiosity I look down and see that they are playing tic tac toe. The knife being the pencil and my thigh being the paper.

I laied my head back down on the cold cement floor and shut my eyes again hoping to wake up and this all just be a bad dream. I know that its real. It's been 11 years since I've been taken from my pack.

I start to see black dots in my vision and the last think I hear this the knife being thrown back to the corner and the door slamming shut then I give into the darkness as I black out.
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I move my arms and faintly hear the chains dragging against the cement floor. I begin to cry at the reality of my life.

I scoot myself up and pull my panties up careful of my thighs and stomach and just keep scooting back till I feel the concrete wall on my back. I pull my knees to my chest, even though it hurt my stomach, and just cry into my knees.

Eventually I start to get angry and start punching the wall and floor. My knuckles start bleeding but I don't stop. I just keep punching and punching and punching.....

I just want to be free. I just want to be with my family. I want to know what's its like to shift and run as fast as lightning. I want to know where my wolf is and what she looks like. I want her to tell me what to do and give me advise. I just want to be like everyone else in my pack.

I start to feel something strange....almost like a new strength that I've never had. I pull on the chains as hard as I possibly could and I break them. They're still connected to my wrists but I don't need to worry about that for now. I do the same with the chains on my ankles.

I am finially free from the chains that have held me down to this floor for 11 years. I feel weird though. I've never felt this strength before. If I'm being honest it scares me. I'm always used to being the weakest and smallest.

I sit on the floor with the chains still tied to my wrists and ankles but not connected to anything anymore. I feel this rush of relief and happiness. I haven't been happy in years and so it also feels weird. I slowly and painfully stand up. I walk over to the corner with the pile of tools and knives. I spot a crowbar and pick it up.

I feel the weight in my hand and suddenly drop it from all my strength leaving my body. I bend down and pick it up but this time it being much heavier. I stand in that spot and just think.

Think about finally being free. Think about finally ending my pain and suffering.

Seconds later I hear footsteps coming down the stairs. Just like last night I hear two sets of them. I quickly snap out of my thoughts and walk over to the door. It opens and I swing the crowbar and hit the taller man in the stomach. He falls to the ground coughing and holding his stomach. Next thing I know I'm being pushed to the ground by the shorter man.

I crawl over to where the bar flew and swing and watch as the man falls to the ground. I just stand there for a few seconds and just stare at the stairs. I snap out of it and run.

I run up the stairs and through the small broke down house, out the door and through the forest.

I run and run and run. But soon I notice that I'm not human. That I'm running on 4 legs instead of 2. That I have paws instead of hands and feet. That I have beautiful black fur with specks of white and blonde. But what kind of upsets me is that the chains are still there.

I ignore it for now and run faster and feel the wind in my fur. I don't stop. I keep going until I get to tired to go on. I find a small clearing and lay down. I don't shift back to my human form for two reasons. One is because I will need to run fast enough to get away if I need to. And two because I honestly don't know how.

I just lay there in the middle of the small clearing and rest my head on my paws. Soon enough I'm in a peaceful sleep. I'm not happy but I'm not sad. For the first time in so long I don't feel scared. I just have a feeling that it's not gunna last for long.