Twigs pinched and clutched me as i was dragged.
Mud stained my clothes and leaves stuck to me.
My capturer took no notice of my sobbing .They continued to drag me away from the orange blaze in the distance.
My hope dying out the further we got.My cries slowly muffled as i felt all the strength draining from me.
Silver coils were wrapped tight to my ankles ,not restraining me draining me.
Terrifying scenarios played through my head. Chains and silver bars,
darkness ,
chains ,
those lustful eyes.
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Blood On Snow
WerewolfShe's lost and confused. Angry and hurt. Drained and tired. And she's loosing all hope. What would you do if you were beaten and bruised, used and abused ? Left unaware with what's happening around you , unanswered questions left open. Completely...
