Once again, I found myself pinned to the hard, cold floor. Most of my life was spent either hiding away or being used for someone else’s pleasure. There was little point in resisting, I would only make things harder for myself. Feeling my jeans and pants being pulled down my legs, I laid there with a few tears flowing down my cheeks. My clothes pulled down just far enough for my rapist to enter me and have their own way. I felt my body betray me and the wetness between my legs start. The thrusting deepened and continue; as they reached their climax, the last thrust pushed my arse in the air. It didn’t hurt any more like it used to at the beginning, but then that was when I tried resisting. The male pulled my hair from around my face before whispering something in my ear which did not surprise me.
“Until next time,” he murmured, almost growling. His warm breath floating over my skin which gave me goosebumps. Pulling out from between my legs, he got off me, releasing my wrists which he had gripped all the way through. Hearing the shuffle of clothing being adjusted, I waited on my front until the noises became the sound of footsteps on the cold floor tiles. I waited until the footsteps all but became silence before pushing myself up off the floor and pulling my clothes back on.
This is how my life was like, day by day, week by week, month by month; it was all I now remembered my life to be. The pack leaders did not care for me, nor did they do anything to deter how all the other pack members treated me. The females despised me and have attacked me from time to time; I never understood why as I did not want the type of attention I received from the males. I would rather be completely ignored by my pack for the rest of my life if it meant not being touched that way again by another male. I was alone, trapped in a pack which neither wanted me nor was willing to let me go. I have tried many times to runaway but each time I was hunted down and brought back to the pack mansion. The pack mansion was situated on the outskirts of a mountainside forest. The road led to a distant human town, towards human society. The valley among the mountains and beyond into the range belonged to the wolves. There were a number of packs spread out across the hundreds and thousands of miles from here, northwards and southwards and in between.
It would be impossible to count the amount of times I have been sexually abused, beaten, bitten, pushed around and the amount of times I have had a rib broken. Not one member would I call a friend, I dare get too close, emotionally, to any one individual; there was not one I trusted. I guess the only one who had never used me in such a way would be our healer; he was one of the older members but he was not always exactly patient with me unless I was in such pain that his sympathy was tugged. Pain medication was a regular remedy for my body but I was on quite heavy mixes at times and had been for so long that sometimes it felt as though they did nothing anymore.
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The water was warm; it was just what I wanted and needed to wash the dirt away. It was natural for me to head to my room and into the shower. I felt disgusted in myself for being so weak and no longer fighting back but then again, there wasn’t much I could do against a fully grown male wolf. My mind went blank as the water kept flowing; I lost all track of time. No feelings flowed through me other than the self-maliciousness which came after every encounter. There was a mental hole within me which I had become accustomed to over the past ten or so years. Silence is all I ever heard or felt inside my mind. I had no answers for the questions I used to ask when I was younger, I had asked them so often that now I never even thought about them anymore. No one seemed to know so there was no point in bringing them up anymore. Why was a lone human living among Lycans? Or, if I was Lycan-born, why did I have no wolf inside me? Eventually, my eyes opened, and I turned the shower off before drying and dressing into clean clothes. I brushed my hair by feel alone, no mirror adorned my walls. The only reflection I knew of myself was whatever I could glimpse in a window on a dark night. Curling up under the blankets, on the mattress which had many broken springs, I drifted away into a blank sleep.
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Lycan story
Fantasy*Minor edits done up to chapter 14* Human, lycan, emotions, rejection. Does have strong wording and situations. Kida and Layton are destined mates. There is only one problem... she has no wolf and doesn't feel their bond. They also belong to differe...
