Chapter Two

I remember the day I lost my freedom. It had been a cold night, so I had slept in wolf form. I awoke to a noise that was unfamiliar. I stayed low still in wolf form. As I reached the top of an embankment, I saw the source. An army of wolves was running through my forest. I didn’t know what was happening or why they were there. I watched as one shifted, followed by a couple of others. I heard them shouting.

“Alpha said all of his lands had to be secured. The war is coming.”

 They shifted back, and as they took off, they ran in my direction. I belly crawled back to my shelter. I crawled inside. I tried to pull some of the branches in front of the opening. I heard paws digging up the dirt. I backed further into my shelter hoping they wouldn’t find me. I waited quietly but nothing happened. A couple of hours passed. I shifted to human form; grabbing the bottles to fill, I crawled out from my shelter, a heavy net fell over me. I screamed in fear as I tried to rip the net off me. I heard someone say something, as pain shot through my shoulder. I kept trying to free myself but the world went dark.

I woke up in a cell, on a dirty mattress on the floor. I was cold. I tried to shift but I couldn’t. I was too weak. I wanted to cry. I heard a gruff voice.

“Well look who finally woke up.” It was a tall guy with blonde hair and brown eyes.

 I recognized him from my capture. I knew they would call my father and make me go back. I was old enough now to make my own choices. I decided I wouldn’t go back if they tried to send me there. I sat up; my head felt like I had run into a tree.

“My, my, you are pretty. What’s your name?” he asked.

 I just stared at him. I would not help them find my father.

He opened the cell door, and he stepped in, closing the door behind him. He kneeled down next to me. “I’m not going to hurt you.” He reached over tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “I think you need a bath and some food. Does that sound good to you?”

I didn’t move.

“I will get someone to help you get cleaned up, then we will get you some food.” he smiled at me, but I was too scared to move.

The next day, an older woman with tattered clothes came down to my cell. A guard opened my cell. She came in, she held her hand out to me. I didn’t take it.

“Don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you. I was sent to give you a bath.”

I stood up and waited.

“Listen, don’t try to run, fight, or make trouble, if you do, the guards will kill you.”

I could tell by her face she wasn’t joking.

She led me to a place in the jail where there was a big wooden tub. It had warm water in it. I touched it with my hand, it felt good. I had only rinsed off in the stream from time to time. The woman took my filthy clothes off me. I was standing naked in front of everyone. The new guard licked his lips as he took in my naked body.

“Get in,” the woman said. I climbed into the tub. She scrubbed me from head to toe. The water was pretty dirty, she drained it, refilled it, and continued scrubbing me. She did this a few more times before she seemed satisfied. She then made me lift my arms. She shaved my underarms and my legs. Once I was out of the bath, she trimmed my hair. As she got close to my face, she gasped.

“Hey, Hector, she has one green eye and one blue eye!”

I had been born that way; did they think that meant something was wrong with me?

Hector, the new guard came over to check out my eyes. “Well, I’ll be,” he said grabbing my chin and turning my head back and forth. He let go letting the old woman finish her cleaning of me. She brushed my hair and braided it.

“You have very pretty hair,” she said.

I didn’t know why she said it. My stepmother used to say it was ugly and should be shaved. It is light brown with a couple of blonde streaks in it. My mother’s had been the same way. I looked at the woman because I couldn’t imagine she would find it pretty.

A bit later, I was returned to my cell. A tray of hot food was brought down. It smelled good. I tasted it. It was some kind of meat with vegetables, rice, and a big bottle of water. I hadn’t had hot food in so long! I devoured it in minutes. When the guard came back to check on me, he was shocked to see the tray empty.

“I guess you were hungry.” He laughed.

I carefully slid the tray out through the slot in the bars.

“You may get out of here soon. Alpha’s

 supposed to be coming down to see the prisoners tomorrow. As long as you aren’t a danger, he will let you go.”

I smiled I was so close to regaining my freedom, or so I thought.

I waited all day for the Alpha to come. He never did. A few weeks passed. It was the same routine. Sleep, eat, sleep, eat, once a week, I was given a bath. I got used to this routine. I didn’t mind too much, at least I was clean and fed.

Another week went by. A whole new bunch of guards came to the jail. The other prisoners said the other guards were called away because of the pack wars. The alpha had gone too. I didn’t care, I would still get fed and clean. I was very wrong.

I liked to sit on my mattress. I didn’t care that it was dirty. I had been sleeping on the ground for years. I had a couple of books Hector had given me before he was sent away. I had read them a dozen times. I didn’t mind so much because I was really practicing my reading anyway.

A guard who I had never seen before, unlocked my cell. He came in and locked the door behind him. He sat down next to me. I smiled up at him, I didn’t have reason to believe he would hurt me. He kept watching me which was making me uncomfortable. I tried to ignore him and read. I guess I made him mad. He grabbed my book.

I tried to grab it, but he tossed it across my cell. I scrambled to get it, but he grabbed my ankle. I fell, hitting my face on the cement floor. I felt a warm sticky substance run down my face. I touched it, and looking at my fingers, I realized I was bleeding. The guard laughed.

“Stupid bitch, that’s why you don’t fight,” he growled.

I tried to pull out of his grip. He pulled me back with both hands. He was a lot stronger than me. I am only five feet tall and maybe ninety pounds if I’m lucky. He flipped me over to look at him. He held on to me as he undid his belt. He slid his pants down, releasing his hard member.

No, no, no! Please no! I’m a virgin. I tried to speak but my voice hadn’t been used in so long, it sounded like a squeak.

“Don’t bother fighting!” He reached up ripping my pants down. I tried to scream but my voice wasn’t responding. He pinned me to the ground, climbing on top of me, he pulled my legs apart as he forced himself inside me. I was able to scream. He covered my mouth as he began thrusting.

“Oh, your so tight!” he groaned as he pushed himself deeper inside me. I felt tears run down my cheeks. It hurt so bad, that I thought I would rip in half. He suddenly sped up, then he groaned. I felt him twitch inside me and then a gush of warm liquid. He pushed into me a couple more times before he pulled out, He let go of me, I closed my legs and crawled to my mattress. I curled into a ball and cried.

He laughed, “I didn’t know you were a virgin” he chuckled. “Bonus for me!” he stood up fixing his pants. “I’ll see you soon sweetheart.” He laughed as he unlocked my door.

 I heard him lock my cell. I don’t know how long I cried, When I stood up, I was a bloody mess. I had blood on my face from my fall, and blood streamed down my legs from the torture I endured. I was in so much pain, I didn’t bother to clean up at all. I didn’t eat dinner or breakfast. The next day, the old woman came to bathe me. When she came to get me, she gasped at the state I was in. She led me to the usual room. The guard from last night came in to watch me be cleaned. He smirked as I cried out when my lady parts touched the water.

“It’s ok, go slow,” the old woman said.

Once I was in the water, she gently washed me. She washed the blood off my face. Normally my wolf would have healed me but something about this prison prevented her from helping me at all. Once I was clean, I got dressed and was brought back to my cell. My mattress was stained with my blood. I sat on the floor next to it. When dinner time arrived, I didn’t eat that either. I wasn’t hungry after my torture. A different guard had brought my dinner. When I didn’t eat, he took the tray and dumped it in the trash. He came back in. I was huddled in the corner with my knees pulled up to my chest.

“Hey, you will be ok.” He held his hand out to me.

I don’t know why, but I took it. He helped me up. As I tried to let go, he slammed me up against the wall. He ripped my pants off, spreading my legs with his knee, I felt him push against me. No, please no, not again! Before I could do anything, he forced himself inside me. I was still in pain from the night before. It hurt just as much. After a few minutes, I felt him release inside me. He tucked his member in his pants before zipping up.

“Thanks, I needed that.” He slapped my ass as he left.

I stood there; blood trickled down my legs. What had I ever done to deserve this? I sat down on my mattress. After that guard, it seemed as though they all thought they deserved a turn with me. The more I fought, the worse they hurt me. I cried every time. I didn’t want this. I wanted to die.