scream queen

His words were typical of someone who owned ones soul. He believed her luck to be under his thumb, she couldn't say she thought the same. She'd been too abused to be optimistic about him or this pack. His threats were nothing new. Death was what she woke on a daily basis knowing she would greet with a smile. She would greet it like an old friend. For it was the only true freedom she would have. She was a prisoner in life. Meant for very little but to mother and do what she was told.

He would not be forgiven for taking her as his slave. She would not forget his two toned face. His two faced lie that had lead her here wasn't to be forgiven. She was not ignorant or so stupid to think the world was free of the evil that had been her beginning, she just had hoped he was truly nice, only to be sorely disappointed. And here he was doing so once again. His orders were no problem. But then he took what she wanting with one order. Get water. She was less thirsty than she was hungry. But she obediently lifted her head and looked towards the water. Water. Horrible things had once come from the substance. She remembered being held beneath it until she almost lost consciousness only to be ripped out of the water. Her ears pressed at the memory. He didn't know but he was like them, like toxic, in her mind. Her own father had used her as his toy. She had once bore his weight and his punishment after for not satisfying him. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Then she moved, slowly towards the water. Too many times she had been touched negatively by another.

She stopped at the water's edge. Her baby blues were on the surface of the water, her reflection looking back at her. She took her drink slowly. As soon as she had taken a good enough drink to hopefully satisfy him she moved back to her spot. She wouldn't even give the hare another glance. It was half ate anyways, and he had not given her the okay to finish it.