Weak

WARNING: THIS BOOK HAS MAJOR PLOT HOLES, AND IS ALL TOGETHER VERY BAD. I SUGGEST YOU READ MY NEW BOOK, Skeletons In My Closet. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

When they slowly cut my skin, I didn't scream, when I felt their blades lightly drag across my stomach and legs I didn't shake. This was my life and I was used to it. It was fine. When they slowly cut my skin, I didn't scream, when I felt their blades lightly drag across my stomach and legs I didn't shake. This was my life and I was used to it. It was fine.

When his red stamp hit my card, I couldn't dare look. But those red letters attacked my eyes; Weak.
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This was the Alpha playing with his food.

I could imagine how he would stalk to me, his head high with all his teeth showing. His pure white fur not being touched by the dust he had created when he chased after me. I can only imagine how every step for him would be a leap for me. That blood would hang from his mouth and drip onto the forest floor but not even faze his fangs.

I was terrified of him. Even if I couldn't bring myself to mention it, to be weak and choose to submit.

These thoughts kept me running, the invisible echo of a laugh that wasn't really there stayed in my ear, even though he was nowhere to be.

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He was terrifying, but yet, at he same time he was safe.

AU: I STARTED WRITING THIS 2 YEARS AGO. ITS NOT THE BEST STORY.