Ripped from her life as an orphan and thrown into the confines of an insane asylum, Amelia breaks and becomes the monster everybody says she is, revelling in the fear she insights. At least, that is until she learns that she's not the only Big Bad w...
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"You tell anyone, and I'll fucking kill you." He snarled, his hot breath fanning against my face.
The only sound was that of a zipper being done up, and the rhythmic thudding of his boots against the stone floor as he headed towards the door, slamming it behind him.
I didn't scream. I didn't cry.
I didn't need to. There was no point, he knew I didn't want him to do it.
No more then scum, much less then an actual person. -A living, breathing, human being.
In their eyes, I didn't have feelings, I didn't feel pain.
Because that was all they wanted to see, they didn't want to see the aftermath of the destruction and havoc they inflicted upon me and my body.
Their eyes blind to their own cruelties, and turning a blind eyes against someone else's.
Because I didn't matter. I didn't feel.
They believed I didn't feel, and then eventually... so did I. There was only one person that ever helped me, I dare not speak his name. He taught me to turn off my humanity, to shut the window on the pain I felt. Ignoring my emotions, becoming the cold monster that they hand sculpted me to be. Though he was just as crazy as I was. He had a voice in his head, much like mine. Telling him to kill, to kill every Luna. I never under stood what he meant by Luna. Until now...
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I was alone when I awoke, jolting suddenly upright and rubbing my eyes.
He wasn't here. He left me.
The one simple promise he made, he broke. Maybe, he thought I would want this? -and in some crude way, I did. But it was taking everything I had within me to keep the anger and hatred fresh and raw, it kept slowly diminishing, fading into the desires of my wolf to be with her mate in every way she could.
I was broken, I was the exact person I always swore I would never be. Pathetic and defeated.
I swung my legs over the side of the bed and tried to get up, only to trip over an object lying beside my bed on the floor.
