Ayla

I’m confused. My head is pounding and I can barely shift my eyes behind my lids because it hurts too damn bad. The smell of mildew and piss quickly reminds me that I am still captive in my 5×5 cage underground. My piss bucket was probably knocked over again. Moaning, I shift to my side and start to open my eyes. Darkness greets me. No lights tonight mean I’m being punished. The beating I took makes me feel like I’ve been hit by a truck and dragged down a mountain. He shuts the lights off if I don’t cry for him. The only thing that brings the warden great pleasure is seeing my tears while he takes what he wants from me, when he wants it. My pain is the only thing that apparently brings him joy. The darkness never bothered me as a wolf shifter, but when my wolf Aramana abandoned me, I lost my night vision and now the once unbothersome darkness now holds all my fears with no warning of their approach.

I’m unable to stretch out unless I’m being tied down and I can’t use my full shifter healing abilities without my wolf. If I’m not being raped, abused and tortured, I’m daydreaming about all the beautiful ways I can end my suffering. Some would call my longing for death suicidal ideations. I call it freedom. Salvation. The end to all of my constant pain. Kidnapped years ago, at 14, I have been held captive long enough to mature as a woman and omega shifter. I don’t know how long I’ve been locked away, but I know every day here is another day too long.

“Wakey, wakey.” Whispers the warden from somewhere in the dark. How long has he been here hiding, watching? I immediately jump back into the corner of my cell when I feel faint breath on the nape of my neck. “It’s a shame you can’t see the bumps that lurk in the night, snow.” Terrified, I curl up into a ball in the middle of my cell. His breath reeks of cigarettes and booze. “You didn’t cry for me. You quit screaming and now you take away my tears? Are you truly that broken little snow?” His mocking laugh echoing in the underground facility I’m kept in. “I told you I would get your voice back. Now, we’ll add your tears to the list ” he snarls and I hear the unlocking of my cage door. He immediately reaches in and grabs me by the hair pulling me from my cage naked and dragging my skinned knees across the concrete floor reopening them and causing them to bleed. I don’t fight. I gave that up what feels like lifetimes ago. I grit my teeth refusing to make a sound. I can’t remember the last time I spoke. My last words were “Please don’t put me in there.” He put me in the walk-in freezer naked anyway.

He pulls me off the ground and throws me stomach first over my cage. The cold bars biting into my thin, malnourished stomach. He kicks my heels apart with his steel toed boots, pulls my hair back ripping some out, and slams into me without notice. No sounds of a belt or zipper rustling. He was ready for this while I laid unconscious in my cage. Lurking in the dark with his damn dick out. Monster. My cage almost tips over completely with the force of his thrust. Hard and painful. He pulls out and before he can thrust again, the room is violently rocked with an apparent explosion.

I’m thrown off the cage from the blast and onto the hard concrete floor. The warden lands next to me groaning with his limbs thrown over my body. He must be ready to shift because I can see his steel wolf eyes in the dark. I right myself holding my ribs and feel around for the entrance of my cage. My ears are ringing and I smell blood with something filling my left eye no matter how many attempts I make to clear it and it trickling onto my lip. I see faint light in a cloud of dust on the other side of the room with a shadowy figure shifting through the dust and concrete debris blasted around the area. What the hell was that?