The Tormented Soul

I don't know if it's day or night, my room has no windows, my father removed my window years ago. The only way out of my room is through the door that is always locked from the outside. He even removed the door handle from the inside just to make sure that I am locked in and so I can't escape.

I don't have so much stuff in my room, the only light I have is a small lamp that is stationed in the corner of my room. I only have a mattress to sleep on, my father removed my bed and when I'm going to sleep I only have a dirty, thin old blanket to cover myself with.

I don't even have stuff in my room so I can occupy myself with. Everyday and night for the past few years I have stared at the wall or at the ceiling hoping that this will come to an end.

My nightmare started five years ago when my mother and brother were killed by rogues at our border. My heart broke when I lost the two people I loved. I thought that my father loved me, but I was wrong, just look at me now, I'm locked in my room, I get tortured, beaten, abused, and raped.

My father and the pack got completely lost when their Luna was killed. She was the rock and the glue that kept everybody in their right mind.

I started to get raped three years ago. The first one to rape me was my own father. After that everybody else in the pack was allowed to get a taste of me. It's obvious that my father doesn't care that much about me if he let everybody do whatever they wanted to do to me.

When I was raped by my father he took my virginity. It hurt like hell to me, he came inside me and so did the other also. He and the other pack members took away all the first things I had planned to give to my mate. First sex, first kiss everything.

My father's beta who is named Nicholas. He held me down when my father raped me for the first time. After my father was done with me Nicholas forced his dick in my mouth with my father watching and not caring. Nicholas has raped me a couple of times after, literary every night for the past 3 years. He's the worst of them all except for my father.

ribs and my spine a few times and thanks to the werewolf gene I have healed. But with my

a plate with some food on. The first time he came in with a plate with food on it, I thought he was going to give it to me, he actually did it in a teasing way, because when I had eaten all the food he kicked me and beat me so badly I puked up everything, it has been this way for the past few years. So

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Areela's POV

with my legs closed pulled up to my chest and my head resting on my knees, my arms are around my legs to keep me warm. I have my blanket on my back and the clothes I have on my body, that are more like rags.

and closer, louder and louder, and I know what's going to happen right

can hear that someone is putting the key in the keyhole of the door and turning the doorknob to open it. The door is making a squeaky sound, that makes my

is standing in the threshold holding a plate with food on it in one of his hands and the other one is holding a glass of

broad shoulders, blonde hair, blue eyes, and his bicep muscles are huge, and he has a strong jawline. He

fear in my eyes and how my body is

for food my little whore." he says in a creepy narcissist

shake my head with so much fear while he's

be happy that I am even coming with food for you all these years, without me, you would have starved a long time ago! So I suggest that you

to my eye level. "If you don't eat I will force the food down your throat and I don't care if you choke on it, like you always do when you suck my dick." he says with a creepy voice and a weird smile formed