SHEEP IN WOLF'S CLOTHING

KATRINA

Something light and smooth fell on my body.

I shrugged as the white light from the dungeon disappeared when the door shut. I got up with weary eyes, almost forgetting where I was and for a second, I thought I saw dad but unfortunately, it was my shadow.

With my back against the wall and a short white satin dress in my hands, I closed my eyes, hoping I could escape reality but the flashes of Ian rough-handling me pushed me back to the reality I didn’t want to be in.

I let the tears I had been fighting all this while fall. A flood gushed down my ashen cheeks as I let out a great sob, covering my face with shaking hands.

I had been fighting for so long, trying so hard to be strong but I couldn’t take it anymore. I was just human and there was only so much I could take.

“Why?!”

Hot torments of grief coursed down my face. The dungeon became eerily cold and I was forced to wear the dress, but even that didn’t protect me from the murdering cold.

I laid and cuddled, resting my head on the plastered but filthy ground, and let my tears fall without any attempt to stop or wipe them.

My heart burned in rage when I thought of mother and Kendra. They were the source of all my problems and it hurt so much. I could forgive them for everything else they had done, but not this. Clenching my fists and opening my reddened eyes, I wished that they would never find peace and their deaths would be more gruesome than the pain I felt.

I screamed in frustration as I panted heavily.

Crying never fixed anything. I had been crying since I was little and it never solved any of my problems. I had to get out of here. I couldn’t imagine Ian coming in here again to obliterate me. Not again.

I went to the door and tried to get it open but it was big, heavy, and locked.

‘F*ck,’ I muttered under my breath.

I looked out the window which was an impossible escape route because of the thick iron bars across it. I tried to pull the bars off but instead, I fell with my back on the ground. There had to be a way out of this hellhole.

I traced my hands on the floor, not caring about the sand and dirt, as I searched for something helpful. I mostly found stones but my heart leaped when I caught something smooth and sharp.

It was a piece of glass with sharp pointed edges and sides that were sharp enough to tear my skin. I looked through a little hole in the door and the only thing I saw was a tidy tiled passageway with some more rooms that had similar doors to mine.

“How many are here?”

I returned to the window, trying to use the glass to cut the bars but it cut my hand instead. F*ck, this was f*cking useless!

I sat on the floor, brainstorming ideas that could help me. Then I looked at the window again and noticed something strange. The window only had two bars stopping me from getting out but one of the bars was slightly bent.

I held this bar and pulled it with all my strength. It shifted and the lintel of the window cracked. That glint of hope made me pull harder and I crashed to the floor again, but this time with an iron bar in my hand and a broken window in my front.

“Yes!”

I held the bar tightly and looked out the window. I could fit through but I’d have to squeeze myself out. Fear gripped my heart when I saw how far up I was. I thought dungeons were meant to be on the lowest floor.

Still, with the determination of not wanting to go through another torture, I jumped out the window, covering my mouth so I wouldn’t scream.

My whole body fell to complete darkness. I could feel the strong wind compressing me, pushing me down. I had my eyes opened for a while but closed them, feeling no use in having them open since I couldn’t feel anything.

Then it stopped and my body hit the ground, I rolled in the grass until I hit a stone. The iron bar and piece of glass didn’t come down with me. Pain soared through my body as I sat up, rubbing my aching shoulder.

I landed right on it. “F*ck.”

I sat up, jerking my knee up. I looked around and saw nothing but the beautiful mansion they called a packhouse. I was too much in hate with it to admire it so I picked myself up and went into the dark forest. I took slow steps at first, afraid that I could only be dreaming but I was out of my prison.

‘Is it true?’ Well, I wasn’t waiting to find out.

I picked up my pace and ran. It was dark and I didn’t appreciate the moonlight falling on my skin, leaving me exposed. The tree trunks creaked, the flutters of wings were unseen and snarls of unidentified animals filled the air.

The forest was just as chilly as the dungeon and I could perceive the odor of earthy fungus, tree sap, and moss. I didn’t realize my leg was hurting until I was one minute into the forest. I stopped and collapsed, catching my breath.

My stomach rumbled in hunger and the sweat on my lips only made the dryness in my throat worse. Thorns scratched my skin and scrapes and cuts were on my hands from falling in the dark. I just wanted to sleep the night there because I was extremely exhausted.

That was until I sensed eyes on me.

I jerked up and met with icy azure eyes. I stood up to escape but he caught my neck and pinned me against a tree bark.

“Where’d you think you’re going?” He bit his lip seductively.

I struggled with him. At first glance, I thought it was Ian but unlike Ian, he was more muscular. He had cinnamon brown hair and was six foot tall, a few inches taller than my dad. He had defined cheekbones and the way he held my neck said that he was strong… stronger than a normal wolf.

F*ck, he was a Lycan. Even worse… he was Kane. Kane had an undercut with long messy hair on top and dark stubble. His arched double-slit eyebrows made him look tiger-ish. He had a concrete jaw and almond-shaped eyes, but on top of it all, he was so d*mn handsome.

Kane had a bad reputation for murder, drugs, and s*x as well. I didn’t know who was better between him and Ian.

“Let go of me!”

“So it talks, uhn?” He slapped my already hurting face and I hissed in pain.

“You’re Ian’s new pet, aren’t you?”

“I’m no one’s pet. Back off!”

There I was, acting strong when I was just a sheep in wolf’s clothing.

“What’re you gonna do? Bite me.” He put his nose on my neck and inhaled my scent.

“I wonder how you taste.” He licked my neck.

“Stop!”

He slapped my other cheek and I had to stop my tears.

‘Not now, tears.’ But it hurt so much along with making my ears ring.

He dropped me and grabbed my waist, pulling me closer to him. Like always, I resisted but to him, it didn’t even feel like I was trying.

He slid his hands under my dress and traced it down to my hole, then searched for my clit.

“She’s not even wearing panties.”

He massaged it and hormones kicked in, keeping me from talking. I swear to the goddess, I didn’t want to moan but he had that effect on me.

“Stop.”

“Oooh, she likes it.”

F*ck, I hated the fact that he had already made me wet. I swallowed hard as he slipped his middle finger into my hole.

“Please.”

He laughed and pulled it out, licking it.

“I was right, tastes just like vanilla.”

He turned me around and kept me to the tree with his back on my hand. He opened my dress and used his other hand to squeeze my a*s.

“I’m not gonna let Ian have this all to himself.”

I yelped as he squeezed them harder. He separated my a*s cheeks and forced his hands into it.

“F*ck!” I screamed.

“Yeah, scream you b*tch!”

He slapped my a*s and I heard his pants zip down. I came out here to escape, not for another obliteration.

“Please, just leave me alone.”

“F*ck you!”

He went for one of my breasts and clutched it tightly. I screamed but he slapped my a*s again. I closed my eyes, preparing myself for another massive destruction but instead, I heard Kane groan in pain as he left my hold.

I wanted to escape but someone else grabbed my waist and held me back, squeezing my chest against his. He placed his hand on my a*s and I gazed into cerulean eyes… Cannon.