..B**
rk red with five fingerprints clearly forming on her fair skin. Little girl's eyes becam
ana'
me. I caught my cheek and looked at the coffee flowing near my legs.. Though I was wearing slippers it was
ll with my head down thinking how sugar became salt i
e who did it.." A voice said beside me in the air..
It was a common thing in our packhouse.. No matter how much my father and step mother mistreat me, no one in the p
the stairs.. There stood my stepbrother, Mac, with a smirk on his face.. Wit
y my stepmother but also the torture from my step brother.. I wo
aught me by the hair making me flinch in pain.. "Do you want me to die like your mother? You ungrateful wen
e voice I heard before is not my wolf's...bu
g because it would make my suffering more.. They
rning red and I couldn't bear the pain.. She slapped me again and again till she felt satisfied. I clos
n to the floor.. "Why don't you taste the coffee you mad
i**h.." she turned my head and slapped me again.. I fell on the floor and she kick
angrily by pressing her hard a
head and make it a mop to clean the fl
floor and her feet.. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I couldn't bear the humiliation while pe
eighboring pack.. My mother couldn't concentrate on the war because they left me alone in our packhouse. That night I was scared and cried for my mother to not leave me...but she still left me unwillingly.. Just a moment of distractio
foot till I lick
My scream was unheard as I was thrown to the wall.. I bent my head to not get hu
ll make your life worse than this..." My stepmothe
en saw the clock tickling 11.30 which means it's
d in the bowl that a maid had brought.. She hates touching
ll. I am in so much pain and can't stop from shaking and crying.. but
on.. I don't want your dirty face to be shown anywhere when he is
e smoke and a person appeared... whom