Left Alone to Cry

All I new was pain. Physical and mental. My name, is. I can't remember. The people who keep me captive sometimes call be beast, or brat, and sometimes bitch. And pretty much any name that includes the look of disgust. You can call be Beastie. I am an angle, I've been here most of my life, since I was 7, I am now 17. I've been in this hell hole for ten years. Werewolves, vampires, and witches, all creatures think angles are dirt on their perfect, expensive shoes. The people who keep me captive are wolves, what I like to call mutts. They torture me, rape me, train me like a zoo animal. And that's what I'll always be, a disgusting animal.

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Beastie watched her family being murdered right in front of her. For most of her life she's been kept in a cage being tortured, raped, and trained with other angles to be sold of to mutts, or fight other angles, or put up for show.
This is all she knows but will she be saved when she meets her mate. Or will he be disgusted.