Spare me Dear Alpha

Spare me Dear Alpha

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Emily- Emily is described as the most beautiful person in the world. She is often referred to as a Goddess. She has eyes that one can easily get lost in. She is a great friend that cares about people and makes the world a better place. She is easy to love too. That's how I'm supposed to be but then again, it's not true. I'm not pretty. I'm not treated like a Goddess. Nobody even likes me except for my parents. I'm abused all the time. I'm just a slave. I'm wolfless so therefore I'm worthless. You know when you're told something so much that you suddenly start to believe it? I did. Maybe It was my fault she was dead. Maybe I would never find a mate, and if I did he would reject me. Maybe. That word between yes or no. Maybe. I'm at that point in life where I'm not happy, mad, nor sad. just ...... Numb. They say life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you are gonna get. Well I think I need a new box because I keep getting the same ones each time. Abuse, Abuse Abuse..... When does death come? I need something new or I'll buy my own box of death. Unless somebody spares me. (c) 7lyrics
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They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.

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