Fear

Before

Fear.

It seeps into your mind like poison, twisting and changing everything you once knew.

It slowly takes over until all that is left is the raw darkness that was once your soul.

Empty

Baren

Gone.

I could feel fear licking the edges of my mind, trying to find a way past the walls I had built. 

The fact was that I was tired. Tired of the pain, of the emptiness that hallowed me out. The weariness had caused my walls to crumble and shudder at the effort to stay standing. The fear had gotten stronger as time stretched on, my own doubts feeding it.

The shadows whispered to me now. Of how I'd never feel the moons embrace. Of how I'd never run free amongst the woods. Of how I'd die here, alone and suffering. 

Lost in my mind, I barely heard the door groan open. All I registered was the light flooding in as I growled in surprise.

The deep voice that caused me to shrink spoke, "Now doggy doggy, are you going to shift today?"

It was the same question that was asked everyday. For 185 days, just a little over six months. I responded the same way I did every time, a low rumbling growl. The heavy thud of his boots resulted in more cracks in my walls as fear came pouring in. I could hear the clink of his torture as he came closer and closer, to where the only thing that protected me from him were the silver bars. 

"Doggy, are you going to stop lurking in the shadows? Or am I going to have to come in there?"

I involuntary shudder, the memory of last time still fresh in my mind as I felt the dried blood stick to my fur. I focused on pushing myself up, my legs shaking with the effort. I dropped to the floor, my strength lacking. I could hear his laughter resonating in my head. I pitifully dragged my body against the piss covered concrete until I reached the door. 

My eyes met his, blazing with the fire he had yet to extinguish. I could smell the anger on him, the anger at the fact he had yet to break me.

"You stupid bitch, when will you ever learn," he growled at my challenge.

He grabbed me by the scruff of my fur, causing me to yelp in pain. He carried me like a rag doll, his grip tightening as his claws punctured my skin. He threw me to the ground and a whimper escaped I felt a bone snap. 

I remember the days I would try to fight, when I had enough energy to run. Now I laid motionless as he locked the cuffs around my legs before collaring me in silver. The smell of singed fur and burning flesh filled the room and the silver touched me. I no longer cried out, I had long realized that it would do no good to show the pain they caused me. 

"So what should we do today...."

I remained on the floor, preparing myself for the torture I'd endure. My back arched up as I felt a searing pain slowly and anguish bloom. Blood dripped from my dark fur, staining the floor a Scarlett red. 

He hissed in my ear, "Why won't you shift, we could have so much more fun if you did."

It took everything I had to not growl at him, to not show that he was angering a beast. But I knew that I would end up worse if I did. I knew better than to shift to my skin. I would be vulnerable to attacks of a different kind. The kind I did not know if I could survive again. 

I had thought that my silence would please him, but it only angered him more. He was fire and he wanted me to burn in his wrath. I looked up at him, as his eyes shifted over to his wolf's. He froze, communicating with a pack member through their inner weaving connection.

He blinked and his fire was blazing hotter.

"You bitch, what the fuck did you do? Did you bring them here? I fucking swear-" 

His words sounded guttural as he lost control of his demon, as his hands turned into claws and raked me to pieces. I couldn't stop the howl of pain as he shredded every inch of my hide. He left me in ruins, panting as I laid whimpering. He lost complete control as he shifted, something I had never seen him do before in any of our sessions. His wolf hovered over mine, his eyes cold and calculating. 

I could hear loud thumps and faint screams from above me, but I was oblivious to the blood shed as the male mounted me. 

The fear broke through.

Swirling and tainting my mind.

I had to get away.

This couldn't happen again.

With the strength I had left, I fought. I fought him as he positioned himself. All that made him due was bite my back to hold me in place. Growls of warning silenced me as I fell limp. I closed my eyes, waiting for the humiliation to come. 

But it never did.

The weight that had been crushing me suddenly disappeared, followed by a roar of dominance. I wearily looked in the direction of my savior, my eyes widening at the half naked man behind me. His eyes were blazing in rage as he ripped the throat out of my torturer, blood spraying onto my matted fur. 

It was getting harder to breath, my vision spotting as I felt blood continue to seep out of my wounds. I tried to inhale, only to freeze at an intoxicating smell. I couldn't piece together what it was of, only that it called to my soul.

Okay I'm about to publish a whole bunch of first chapters I have for some book ideas and whatever people are most interested in I will post a second chapter and unpublish the rest. This is a werewolf story and all and if this gets views I'll explain it more so. (Btw this is a super short chapter because I'm just trying to see if people like the idea or not, comment your thoughts!)