They say life is pain, well for me that statement is quite literal...
Pain.
Pain was familiar, so much so that it practically felt like home. Then again I didn't actually know what home felt like, maybe I did once but not anymore.
Pain was all I felt most days...
Day after day, night after night for 13 years. I know life is unfair, but come on this is ridiculous!
But I guess this is what I get for being human in this world. I could have been born anything but a human and have had a better life.
I could have been a bug for goddess sake! Life as a bug would've been at least a thousand times better I could have had my own place, get my own food. Maybe even live in a cute and quaint little garden just in the middle of nowhere while old lady tended to do it every day, oh to be a bug in a garden that would be life. Damn I got so screwed over in this life. I'm lower on the class system than a damn bug, and some days I feel lower than literal shit.
And I feel like that most days too.
I hate this world, it's cruel and heartless. Fitting, considering it's run by horrific beings, I would call them people but I don't even think that's what they are they're not human they're just horrible. And that's the only way I know how so sum up their existence. Creatures that prowl in the night, taking anything and anyone that they want. The world is run by two groups of creatures the werewolves and the vampires , the wolves are the top dogs, literally.
The vampires have power but not as much as the Werewolves. It's a balance of power that I'll never fully understand, and frankly I don't really care, both creatures treat humans like trash beneath their feet either way. Apparently a deal was struck some hundred years ago, and much like the humans, the vampires got the worst of the deal.
Now those are only two sides of the creatures that didn't have at this world, humans were in for a rude awakening when they discovered that they weren't alone.
Unfortunately we thought they were aliens at first but oh no we were way way off, all those books about fairytale creatures mythical beings were histories they were truths!
But after the deal was struck those poor other creatures that were unlucky enough to habit this world, well let's just say most have become extinct or have gone into hiding. But if you're a human like I so unfortunately am, you must reside on one side of the border, underneath the control of either the Werewolves or the Vampires.
And there's no hiding or getting away from them either they practically brand you up birth. And there's no way in 1 million years could you ever figure out a way to get out of the system unless of course you're mated to a wolf.
It's what you'd call a loose loose situation, but hey that's life.
It's unfair and crappy.
I currently reside on the wolves side of the world, as a slave, I suppose it's better than being a blood bag for the vampires. At least on this side of the border I have a longer life span roughly about 40-ish years, but honestly most days I don't even know if I want to live long. The vampires are so much worse, you're used in every possible way on that side. And I mean every way...
Both groups probably would've killed the humans off in the beginning, back when they first decided to revel themselves, but the vampires need a food source and the lower ranking werewolves needed mates and that was usually a human.
I think that's one of the reasons the creatures decided to show themselves to us in the first place. They got tired of hiding away, loosing mates because they didn't know about werewolves and wanted power instead, not to mention the number of kidnappings would go down as well.
Poor people, being a slave to the werewolves was bad but I couldn't imagine being mated to one of them. I hear they are abusive and controlling, the wolf always has to have all the power within that relationship, if that's what you could even call it.
Actually come to think of it that's not too much different than my life currently...
So in short humans merely exist because they are useful, oh goody.
I live in the Blood Lust Pack, very fitting if I say so myself, and kinda cliché but I'm clearly not gonna call them out on it, but overall they are quite terrifying. I was sold to them when I was five, and like most other humans from the day we were able to walk we were taught various things to help us please our new masters.
In any way they wanted, I think some of those things were to potentially help us please our mates if we ever got one.
They bought me to, in short, do whatever the hell they wanted.
I'm not even the first one I've had there were other girls but they never last as long as I have. I'm not sure I don't wanna be bragging about that fact, there's always some dude that comes to inspect randomly once a year I never pay much attention mostly cause I'm hidden away somewhere far from the inspector.
After all they wouldn't want to see my condition, I think they're supposed to be rules and laws about how her supposed to treat the slaves and I think mine pack is wildly over abusing me. But what am I gonna do? Complain?
I clean up after the pack, I make all of their food, oh and I'm also their punching bag. Can't get any worse than that can it?
Oh don't throw that out there
If the world was still run by humans I would be considered an adult, and would just now be separating from my parents. I would've just had two parents and they would've had maybe two or three kids.
My so-called parents didn't get that lucky in this life either if you're not a slave or a worker in this life you're a breeder. Got to keep the continual flow of humans one way or another, I guess.
Sometimes I catch myself daydreaming about my life and what it could've been like if I was born outside of the wolves and vampire reign. Some life that would've been.
Yup my life is just wonderful...
Speaking of my life it's about to start up again for the day, another day in hell.
"Slut get up here!" The Alpha called, using his favorite nickname for me.
Breaking away from my thoughts I manage to hobble my way up the stairs from the basement, last night's beating was particularly bad, because I took a piece of bread without permission, so they beat me.
Again.
And again.
Yup just wonderful.
Just the thought of what they've done to me is enough for my left eye to start twitching. I habit that should've stopped years ago, but no. Luckily though it only flares up when I'm extremely angry.
And yes I sleep in the basement, according to them humans are below them, so we should live below them as well. Oh and fun fact wolves have no sense of humor they take everything so damn literal, at least the ones in the pack do.
Giving one final glance back at the blood covered floor, and filthy mattress I call a bedroom I make my way into the kitchen to make breakfast for the pack.
I make pancakes, waffles, bacon, sausages, and a ton of eggs. I also place some toast and some bagels out for them, because damn werewolves can eat. Not that they would ever give me any.
I place all of the food in the dining room.
As soon as I hear footsteps coming down the stairs I hurry out of the dining room and back into the kitchen, but in my rush to get out of the room I wasn't looking at where I was going and ran straight into something or rather someone.
The force of the impact had me falling backwards, and landing on my butt, my wounds seemingly coming to life with the sudden movement. I look up to see who I ran into, big mistake. My eyes widen as I take in who I just ran into...
I had just ran straight into the future Alpha, Josh Scott's.
Oh shit...
Smack!
My head whips to the side, the sound of a crack leads to believe he may have even broke my jaw, but I can't tell at the moment. My adrenaline starts racing, dulling any pain I may have felt even from my previous wounds, but I know I'll feel it later.
"Watch where you're going bitch!", he sneers at me.
"Sorry Al-Alpha", I whimper back.
My face still stinging from the hit. I place my hand on my face trying to relive some of the stinging. I can feel him staring at me, he stares for a long moment and I don't dare lift my head.
After a minute, it's as if he's made a decision, he jerks me up off the floor by my hair, my hands go to grab either of his hands or possibly my hair. Then he leans down slightly putting us eye to eye, but of course he's still slightly above me.
"Maybe I need to teach you a lesson again, so you don't forget your place maggot ", he says with a devilish smirk on a his face, and an evil glint in his eyes.
He still has his hands in my long black raggedy hair dragging me, he drags me back to the basement and only stops once we reach the top of the stairs, then releases my hair from his death like grip.
The in one swift motion he grabs my arm and shoves me down the stairs, before I have anytime to register anything happening around me.
The cold, hard, concrete stairs, pressing painfully into every part of my body, places I didn't know could hurt now begging for mercy. As I reached the bottom, I take a sharp inhale of air into my damaged lungs, my muscles now on fire and the heavy taste of iron in my mouth.
My blood.
The wounds from my previous beatings opened up on the way down no doubt, the crack of a whip not to far away from me has me shaking and ready to beg for mercy and he hasn't even started.
I slowly crawled away, my back hitting the wall. I whimpered, silently begging for this torture to stop, it was the only thing my body could do at the moment as fear filled me. Like a heavy fog inside my mind.
You'd think after 13 years of this I would've gotten used to it, but you don't, the pain is always new and worse than the last time and it won't go away.
In one quick movement he was in front of me, and he looked pissed his eyes were no longer green but black which meant that his wolf was on the surface, he shot his hand forward and grabbed my neck.
He lifted me up to where my feet were dangling off the ground. Which was an easy feat, standing at only 5'2', most werewolves towered over me, making me fear them even more for their size alone.
His hold on my neck started to tighten, my arms instinctively went up to his hand to try and get him to stop. Black dots started to appear in my vision, but just before I could blackout he threw me down onto the ground.
I fell onto my hands and knees, my back exposed, before I even had the chance to catch my breath the whip hit my back, ripping my shirt and exposing the old scars and the wounds from a few days ago.
I screamed, I never begged knowing it would only infuriate them further, I just had to stay put and take it. With tears streaming down my face and my throat turing raw from my endless screams.
I don't know how long it lasted, but the whip turned into fists that turned into boots, he punched and kicked me, then he left.
Just like that.
He left me on the cold, dirty floor, where I welcomed the darkness.