A tear fell from my eye and then another and another until my body was wracked with sobs, waves of desperation I could not fight against. The walls I had held up for so long had finally tumbled, leaving me with nothing to protect myself from the monster whose arms I was in.
"Please," I begged, my voice hoarse from not having spoken in so long. "Please just let me die."
I shook under the crushing burden of my newfound fear of being under the control of yet another man. Another monster who would take from me. Another touch I did not want.
I screamed. Every cell in my body screamed with me as the pain hit me in waves. My anguish was clawing its way through my chest, my lungs refused to take in oxygen. I could do nothing but retreat into myself and watch as I cracked and splintered into fragments of a mirror I could no longer find myself in. I was suffocating, drowning in my despair, drowning in him.
From where I cowered in the darkness of my mind, I could feel the arms that tightened around me and the warmth that snaked its way throughout my body from where his hand met mine, intertwined as though it belonged there.
In the midst of all my chaos, I felt the weight around my ankles fall away, freeing me from the man that had imprisoned me for so long. He pushed me further into his chest, the constant thumping of his heart a lullaby I could not help but be soothed by. I could tell we were moving from the way I jostled in the cage of his embrace, my limbs flailing, a useless effort to escape.
"No," I thought, a mere whisper to the demon that had taken over my body.
But it refused to listen and the only thing that fell from my lips were unintelligible shrieks that did nothing to stop him. I should have known better than to protest. I should have known better than to think that I could refuse, that I had any say in what happened to me.
And still the sounds of my agony filled the air, falling upon deaf ears as we made our way through the house I used to call my home. Every step brought me closer and closer to the door that led to the woods away from the pack I once considered my family and the last thing I felt was the sunlight kissing my skin, a warmth that rivaled only that of the man who called himself my mate, before I was consumed by darkness.
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All That Is You
WerewolfRain Bennett had been imprisoned and abused for most of her life. The cracked cement walls and the desolate silence of her father's hatred were all she could bring herself to focus on. She had no hope for any escape until Levi Carter stumbled upon h...
