Obey.

4 Hayley

No one wants to hear the screams echoing in the dark of your heart...

Hayley

Home.
What did that even mean anymore? The home I had now was a mansion in secluded area, belonging to my abuser. Ran by servants who were loyal to his family long before I stepped foot in the house. Who told him every move I made as soon as I arrived and up until Hunter would get home.
Everyday was the same, as if on a loop for me. Groundhog Day if you will.
Wake up, morning shower sex with Hunter, drink a smoothie as he ate a full breakfast, get inside of his G-wagon Mercedes, and go to school and act like the perfect couple. He made sure to have all the classes I had, and then he would drop me off at his house as he was off to do pack buisness or any business before coming home, to force me to submit to him however he pleased before we slept, again repeating the next day. Throwing in house parties in the mix and maybe a weekend getaway trip when he would start to feel guilty over one of his worse flip outs.
As of late, I had been missing more and more school. Going every other week at this point, Hunter's behavior becoming more violent as the responsibility of being pack leader comes closer and closer. As if having complete control over me would help him in his future as alpha.
Here I was, a rare wolf, rare in the fact that every werewolf knew better than to make a half human hybrid. For their wolf would be too weak to resist stronger wolves and it would force them into - well say the worst situation. Which I've always felt was mine, but Hunter always showed me it could be worse for a lowly wolf, half human like me.
Thanks for getting with that human mom, hope he was worth this. Hope he was worth the torment your daughter- I feel now.
And so I waited, handing the maid both of our homework, as he didn't like it when I did anything Academically, saying it would give me hope for a college I'd never attend, as I was to only attend to him.
Besides, do you really think you can pass on your own?, we can't leave it to chance, he'd say.
Disgust filled me as I handed over the work I so badly wanted to do, instead rushing to one of the many room in the spacious mansion that should be a joy to be in, but was a personal hell.
Knowing my place, and knowing what has happened in the past for disobeying, I entered the room, showered, made myself pretty, applying makeup I was only going to cry off later and placing lace bodysuit on, knowing it was going to be savagely ripped off and covering the many bruises on my body with airbrush foundation, I sat on his- our bed, waiting for him to be done his wolf pack business. He liked me like this. Was less likely to beat on me, hurt me way less if I looked my best. But there were times even that wouldn't stop the fists from flying.
Pulling out my rose gold laptop, I started ordering random clothes and school supplies using one of the many credit cards Hunter had given me. I wasn't allowed to go out shopping alone but at least he gave me this,  I could even order a new car for myself as long as I ordered it to the house. People thought I was so lucky dating the richest person at school, who was generous with giving me his parents hard earned money. But what people didn't realize was I felt no joy, so ordering expensive fancy shit did nothing to fill the emptiness inside of me.
The only reason I was ordering designer clothes now was Hunter mentioned a party coming up and he hated it when I didn't live up to the image of best dressed, hottest couple at school.
Unable to help the twitch, and not hearing his footsteps yet, I reached over, grabbing my familiar bullet like container with a single hole in it. Putting it to my nose to the hole I inhaled cocaine straight up to my brain just as I heard the familiar stomp of footsteps approaching the bedroom door.
Wiping my nose and sniffing, I put it back in its place as I plastered on my smile once again, leaning back against the silk sheets. Knowing the buzz of coke would help ease the frustrations Hunter had today, as he would take it out on my body and my mind.
And unknowingly, my soul.

Tonight he did not smile back and it was the first sign that it would be extremely rough for me.
"Stupid Tony, know it all-" he muttered as he entered and slammed the door behind him.
"Oh, Pet," he said his name for me with a bored tone, saying this line almost everynight, "look at you, so sweet, waiting for me?" His eyebrow quirked up and I wanted to scream in frustration.
There were times I fought, and like hell. But whenever he challenged my wolf, sending mental messages to "obey" my whole body would shake and give in to his command, leaving me helplessly still as he rushed over to beat the living shit out of me for daring to disobey. If only I was strong, no longer would I be rooted like a tree in spot.
But tonight I felt a little brazen. Maybe it was the cocaine giving me confidence.
"Well, I didn't want cracked ribs like last time so yes, here I am, just for you." The old me coming back full force, the sarcastic hard ass I had been before he broke me down until I was a ground down to dust of my old self. A watered down version of who I really was.
I was afraid Hunter would lash out.
Instead he chuckled in amusement, his eyes no longer reading bored as he stalked forward, his icy blue eyes flashing as he combed back his jet black hair with his fingers.
Stupid stupid. Sometimes I wondered if I liked being punished. Sometimes I felt I deserved to be punished.
"Now there's a tone I haven't heard from you in a while," he hissed, a smile still playing at his lips as if we were just joking around. But I knew better. My whole body stiffened in fear, regretting the momentarily lapse in judgement. Sometimes it felt as if I were like a fizzy, real to explode soda and was fighting to keep the cap on.
There was no escape from Hunter. Never was. He owned me body and soul. "Tell me Pet," he reached me now, his fingers now gliding against the thick gold chain around my neck as my eyes fluttered closed as I remembered once again how I belonged to him. In the worst way.
Lined on my neck was a thick gold braided chain, that had a golden heart that said on the front for everyone to see Hunter Silver. The back of the heart pressed to my skin, but no longer as he flipped it over.
Looking down I saw the flash of words "Property of:" no one but him and I knew, this side was there.
Usually, I kept that side of the heart, turned away, allowing his name to flash to everyone else. Like a cute trinket but we both knew the truth. It was a collar. And I was his "pet" his little bitch he loved to big dog every now and then to make sure I knew my place.
"Stop," I pleaded, my hands reaching up to grip his larger ones, hanging onto him, my eyes feeling wide as I looked up as he now half laid on me. "Please." I begged, tears brimming my eyes. "I was just joking," I whispered meekly as my voice cracked. "Don't make it hurt, I'll be good." The words felt like razor blades coming out. I nearly choked on them.
It felt as if all the air had left my chest, as if what remained was stale and cold and a fist was gripping my heart, squeezing painfully as I knew what was to come.
He chuckled as he started ripping my clothes off as I whimpered. "Such a funny pet," he all but purred in my ear.
Shoving at his chest hard did nothing and he didn't even pause as he had me completely naked now.
"Stop it!" I instantly and without a thought, slapped him, almost as a knee jerk reaction to how rough he was touching me now, his face not even turning an inch and he didn't even pause as he automatically back handed me, causing me to fall back against the bed, his strong hand gripping my throat as he pulled me back up to him in a growl, "from now on, you better start waiting for me naked or I'll know you're being defiant." He shoved me back down as he stripped off his jeans, his eyes never leaving mine as I cursed myself for being so bold. But it was hard not to fight back. It took everything in me to let him climb on top of me without shoving at his shoulders, without screaming out, the scream locked tight inside my throat.
Bursting into tears as he started having sex with me, it started to become difficult to breath as I realized I was having a panic attack.
"Please please I can't breathe stop it," I began to cry harder as I gasped for air, the weight of the situation crashing down on me, the cocaine in my system not helping much either as it usually did.
As if I weighed nothing, as if I were just a rag doll, he pulled out of me and flipped me on my stomach in a quick motion. I gulped in a breath of air before I realized his intentions. He always knew just how to make sex hurt when he wanted to. Since my body grew wet when he touched me, it was hard to roughly fuck me to the point of great pain. Unless he went in through the back door.
"No," a piercing scream tore from my throat as he shoved roughly into my ass and started jackhammering into it causing me to feel as if I was being torn open. That's the only way to describe it, feeling as if my whole body was being torn into, as if any minute now I was surly to fall apart in a bloody mess.
"You want me to stop?" He shouted as he kept brutally fucking me, "I'll take it out when you shut the fuck up," he called over my screaming as he continued. And continued. It felt endless.
Sucking in a breath, I quieted down, gripping the bedsheets as tight as I could, feeling the need to just hold onto something as I couldn't escape or pull away from the brutal pain, feeling the burn in my backside as I squeezed my eyes and just held on for dear life, hot tears splashing down my cold face.
Keeping his promise, after a minute of me being quiet, he slowly pulled out. Sniffling and shaking as I tried to control my breathing to hold my panic attack at bay, somehow, but knowing I had to as he flipped me back over. Between my legs he gripped my thighs and yanked my body close to him.
No! I wanted to scream but instead I turned my head away, closing my eyes tightly shut as he started reentering his dick inside of my vagina. Unsanitary, but since there wasn't anything I could do, I tried to ignore it.
Everything in me gave up at that point. No more whimpering, no more screaming, just laying still, closing my eyes, as my body was rocked back and forth against its will. Tears still fell fast and hot but I barely noticed it as I withdrew inside of myself.
People call it your happy place. It's not happy, it's blank, but it's somewhat of a retreat from thoughts and feelings. It's a small escape, very small.
After what felt like forever, he finally collapsed onto me, our cheeks resting together, he chuckled softly, almost to himself, as he pulled back and said,
"I can still feel the tears on your cheeks," as if it was a joke.
Before pulling away, leaving me empty and bare. Feeling sticky from sweat, blood, cum and my own juices. Wanting to curl away from him; some type of relief. But alas. He spooned me close to him, forcing my body to do what he wanted. Growling, if I tried to pull away. Pumping meanly into me if I tried to roll to the furthest end of the bed, reminding me who was in charge. So I had to stay completely still and awake for hours just waiting for him to fall into a very deep sleep, before ever so slowly inching away from him.
I was his in every way and every day I wondered how much longer could I take the abuse and the hurt before I ended the misery that had become my life.

Its easy to tell someone to move on, to get over it.
Until it happens to you, you'll never know how it feels. And I hope, dear reader, you NEVER understand if it means it will have to happen to you too....