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ers and I bet that whoever it is, sh

e door. A minute of silence passes by before a slave girl app

r eyes darting to me once. I see the pity in her eyes for me. We aren't exactly close but we aren't enemies either.

ky

standing in front of me with all the blood too is enough to make her lose consciousness for a while or cry

slave girl, Mila, and with a h

t ch

nes and your somehow seemingly strengthened resolve," Marcus says and turns to Micah and Diana, signaling t

him. An onlooker will think that they are talking about something

"For old time's sake," Marcus

rsh impact but the hits do not come. I c

h for me immediately I do so, punching my arms so hard that I could have sworn that

mind

brat." Diana laughs a pretty one which disgusted me because th

tay after the rampage that cost your Bloodline, you dare pull a hard one on us? Th

rtable position, but at least the cold floor feels a bit better as my wounds press against it, a

y instinct says she is still alive and so does winter star, my wolf. Another

ve. the leaders of the dark wood park are notorious, it will not exactly come as a

her quick healing will be weakened to a dangerously low level, or even stop until a few da

has passed-maybe minutes, or even hours, b

them tells me, and I know that I'm about to be tortured

on the floor. The air reek

cefully tug my cuffs and drag me away, after

ls to an empty room, devoid of anything bu

had a

on, Micah, and Diana stroll in

at the end, and in Diana's hand, is t

obbing, but it seems that the adrenaline has fuelled my body just fine. I run around the cell room, looking for an escape route but there is no opening. Diana jogs after me, chasing me with a wide smile on my face, but even with my wounds, I don'

no one is at. Then I see the open cage and run into it. Their laughter

rom his pocket, uncorks it, and hands it to Marcus. Marcus in turn collects it and skips over to my cage. I try to move back but the space is limited. The metal

ind games

someone shouts, my pain is too se

. The pain shoots directly into my brain. Every fucking flesh, cell, and tissue in my body beg

with another. "So white wolf, I'm about to prepare m

g and tending my wounds. I don

x Dry Ingredients- the flour, baking powder, and baking soda together.

tsk sound a

k, and sour cream." He looks down at me an

pes my mouth, at the feel o

augh

hey take care of themselves." He pauses and signals to Diana who brings a couple of stuff i

it for ten

d cocaine Marcus had dropped on my body. I just curl into a ball as the sensation of the element in my flesh drains me into a stupor. I'm on a low but at the same time hi

id I do to

o close, my body unable to bear