"Who was your first kiss?" Ares asked very seriously and my face started reddening. "I. . . haven't been kissed. Yet." I looked away as I didn't have the courage to meet his eyes and admit this. "Why not?" Why was he asking me this? "You obviously know why. I'm average, I'm just a normal girl." I was interrupted by an impatient scoff. "That's not why." "Fine, you tell me why." I retorted but instantly regretted it. He was going to tell me that I wasn't pretty enough or that I wasn't interesting enough or that I- "You were waiting." *** Highest Ranking: #2 in Werewolf, #1 in Fiction "My jaw is on the floor!!! I'm so sad it's over" -AlexysZor-El "Honestly one of the best wattpad books I've read" -baebae_blue_hair "This was the first story I've ever read on Wattpad. That's how I fell in love with this app. Thank you author!" -inaffetss

As I was chained to the usual wall after the tests I found that my body have become used to the pain and torture it has to put up with for the past 11 years. Im lazily thrown to the ground like I was dirt. And to be honest at this point I really don't care. There's nothing I can do to get me out of here. And there's nothing here that will give me my sight back.