The protection you promised

The protection you promised

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Dec 29, 2020
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Elva thought a lot, she would constantly think, rethink, and overthink. it didn't do much good back then but now it was all she had. She had lost everything, she had nowhere to go for she was traped; tied up in ropes, barely clothed, traumatized, and unable to move or talk. Even if she could scream she knew she was in the middle of nowhere, so no one could hear her. Back to thinking, she couldn't stop thinking, what about her friends? What about her family, her animals? Were they okay? A thunderstorm that concluded in a F-4 tornado happened recently and since she wasn't around she was worried sick. What happened to her, what is yet to come? Is it too late to take everything back?
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I wake up.... but "wake up" isn't right,waking up would require a bed, covers, a pillow. Instead I come to and I sit up, right away, a pounding headache bursts through me, it takes a while, but it passes. I look down my white dress, I see dry blood stains on it, but I can't find any injury. I realize that I'm in a cage, I see metal bars around me,the floor I'm sitting on is also metal, I recheck my body for injuries, but instead of an injury, I feel something soft, my blood runs cold, ...fur, it feels like fur, I turn my head around. look down, at the back of my dress and start screaming, I can't stop, it's like someone has taken control of my vocal chords, the reason I'm screaming is because what's on-no what's attached to me, is a wolf's tale.She doesn't know who she is, she doesn't know where she is, what she does know is that she has to escape.

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