Kalani is a 17 year old girl who lives with her father in the blue moon pack, one of the most feared in the country, socially skilled and a friend to all, kalani never turns away, skilled in pretty much everything, she is predicted to become one of...
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Kalani's POV
I wouldn't be able to tell you how long I've been stuck down in this dungeon.
The only thing that indicates how long I've been down here is the discolouration in my hands, they were now a purple type of colour. It made them look suffocated.
The silence of the cell is deafening. The only thing that took me away from the cell and away from the pain was my mind.
I would think of all the things that could be and what I wish I could do , however that doesn't stop me from realising the reality of the situation which is that I will never get out of here.
I've given up hope on many things.
I've given up on the hope of one day getting out of this futile cell, I've given up on the hope of having a peaceful life and I've mainly given up hope on having a pair of normal hands again.
There's a lot that I haven't experienced and there's a lot I wish I could have done.
These thoughts made me slouch against the wall even more. My confidence, slowly deteriorating.
My body was battered and bruised from how defiant I have been towards Tony and everyone here.
I had scratch marks all over me, I also had burns from the chains they've repeatedly rapped around me, not to mention the knife cuts which are surprisingly still oozing out with my crimson blood. My hair has become greasy from not having a shower, my body was covered in dry blood and dirt (like true rogue style), my body has dangerously lost a lot of weight which has been caused by the little to no food and drink I'm fed.
I was then abruptly brought out of my thoughts when I heard the large metal door open, which caused me to lazily look up.
"Time to have some fun." Tony clapped in joy.
He then got some rogues to hold me down.
Me still being defiant and all; I tried to shake them off but it was hopeless.
Tony then loomed over me, "such a precious little pup-" he paused.
He then jumped down next to me and started to caress my cheek, "imagine the pups we could have together, such strong pups."
Ew, this dude is seriously creepy. I'm still in school and he looks to be about thirty, no thank you!
And the fact he thinks that if we did have pups that they would be strong, this made me laugh.
