Chapter 1

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Isabella

The room is silent as I giggle and look down at my hands. It's still moving and is really squishy which makes it even more fun to play with.

I turn to the two men at the front of the room who are looking at me with what I think is disbelief, but I'm not really sure.

"Look how red it is"I squeal and start to walk forward to show them more closely, not caring as I step on the body laying on the floor in front of me. 

As I walk I notice the people around me are standing as still as statues so I stop "what's wrong" I said as I look around the room. Still no one says anything so I shrug it off and keep walking. when I stop in front of them I smile brightly and hold it out, I thought they were going to tell me how cool my new toy was but they just continued to look at me with an unknown emotion, my smile slowly starts to turn into a pout as I realize they're not even excited about it.

My eyes start to swell with tears " Do you not like it?" I ask as I slightly sniffle. Everything is still silent and it's getting boring so I start to poke the beating object in my hands giggling again at the feeling of it.

"Isabella" I hear someone call my name and I look up to see it was the man on the right.

"Yes" I answered back.

"why..." he stops and glances up at his brother then looks back to me and takes a deep breath "why did you do that"

My answer is pretty blunt "because I felt like it"

I could tell he was surprised at my response as we're the other people in the room by the few quiet gasps I heard and the way his eyes slightly widened.

Gosh I hate when people gasp, it's so unnecessary,
I think to myself.

I could tell that they wanted more of an answer though so I added "and he deserved it".

At this I could see that he was now confused,
so with a dramatic sigh I said "fine I'll explain".

I turn around and walk to the body "hold this for me will you " I say as I drop it back into his chest and then laugh at the irony of it. Then I wipe my hands off on my dress because they were starting to feel sticky.

When I'm done I clap my hands together loudly "okay" I say "It all started... when I became the packs slave"

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⏰ Last updated: Mar 31, 2018 ⏰

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