"Stop. Stop, please." I sob as the whip comes down on my back once more. "Shut up yo-" my tormentor's words are cut off by a ferocious growl. I sense another masculine figure in the dark room, but can't make out a word he's shouting. The burning and searing pain that I'm experiencing is just too much. A sickening snap...
Many had come to help. Some had gone to take to the trees and town in search of her. I, powerless and in pain, stayed on the stoop of my steps, my mind left to wander. I could hear little footsteps before a warm present sat next to me. "Why would they take her?" I looked away from Jess. I had no real answers to give...
THIS IS A WEREWOLF STORY!!!! "Anything for you." He turned to me. He walked over to me and stood between my legs; he grabbed my waist and pulled me closer to him. He leaned in, unknowingly sparking that stupid sensation I got every time he touched me....
