Forest Floor
A tall, brand chested man apptotelin Thorigh the dust. He appeños taller than the door frame, Cloaked to thalose, Fran only see the flicker of bus pald eyes, and the outline of his banks cast from the light. I can hear the clank his beets as he steps into the underground hunker that housemi. | immediately temenin, that this man is an alpha will. Bes extremely dominant and 4 polting through the mom carting or de inwduntarily love my head and submit the heck from the presence of his enrigy alone, despite not haring. Aramana. Ils smells of earth and pine: Hirt of the forest and beautiful rein He reminds me of the heedam I once had. The ability to ran through the forest, the smells of the earth and the
breze in my hair and the sun shining on my face or waiming my bit as I chased ralibits and played with my riblings. Ile omella combi praces. He smells of home
1x be my new worden? My new master in abuse me? Maybe an alplin
taking what he wants? I feel the front of my rape and start to dude hackwards
when the wanden that was sprawled mer me springs off of me straight up into the air and towards the new alpha. He is immediately knocked out by the new alpha throwing a right hook. I ser it coming from the flicker of the stairway laht in lightning fast. The warden had no chance of defending himself
The hits the concrete hard, a loud cracking sound echoing with a thund The hits the unforgiving floor, then nothing. Quiet follow. Ton quiet.
I start breathing hard and lood as I panic and scoot back into my caj He’s killed the warden which should bring me tears of joy, shouts of elation, for Instead I’m overcome with extreme anxiety and fear. My mind starts racing thoughts and dis merwhelming. What if he is worse? What if the other shifters | smell came to hold me down? What if they want to chase and hunt me? I am hyperventilating at this point and becoming nauseated and diary. I cant de false heat right now. I can’t outrun a shiftet pack. I can’t __post………..can‘!………..“wa? Armany, can you hear me, I need you.” I push into my mind.
searching, pleading, hoping to connect, but I’m met with silence
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“Sshh shh ssshhh…Its okay. Its okay. It’s okay…. I’m not going to hurt you. We are here to help…. I promise. I know that probably dorin I mean you right now, but I always keep my promises. It’s going to be okay. The new alpha whispers to me from the dark in front of my cage. He wunds so calm
Nobody and comforting. Help. A normal word that should comfort. A word I can’t remember the last time it has manifested in my life. Nobody helps me. a word about what I endure, what is done to me and nobody comforts. Expecially murderous, rage filled, dominant alphas. They make false promises and they definitely dont care about my comfort. They break you and leave you a smell of yourself each time.
1 feel a warm, large calloused hand touch my lower leg and I instantly startle and flinch. The hand returns. Within seconds, I am overcome with the warmest embrace and covered with the softest fleece blanket I have ever felt in my life. I feel like 1 am cocooned in the middle of a bunch of warm bunnies. I want to me into this blanket, rub it all over me, and hide away forever. Never interacting with a single shifter ever again. I notice my breathing is slowing and I am starting to feel calmer. The rough hand remains on my leg. That’s it. Slow down your breathing. In through your nose and out through your mouth slowly Again………….in and out…. good girl. You are doing so good little one…. such a good girl He whispers softly and my body wants to melt from his comforting words of praise, but my mind knows better. A lot alphas will try to lure you into a false sense of security before they are back handing you across the face and throwing you over a table with an audience cheering him on. Or an alpha turns you loose and gives you a taste of freedom only to be hunted down and rutted by whichever shifter that catches you. A game they used to enjoy playing. One I don’t want to partake in anymore.
My vision starts to blur as I squint to see in the dark and I realize now that I can hardly open my left eye. I have a strong taste of iron in my mouth and 1. realize it’s my own blood. I must have husted my lip and I think my head is bleeding. My chest and abdomen burn with fire every time I take a breath Which is currently a lot. ‘No, no, no. Where did you go little one? Stay here with me, don’t start to second guess just…stay calm. We’re not the bad guys. We are here to help. I know you are afraid. I don’t blame you, but you have to stay calm. You are losing a lot of blood and you’re close to unconsciousness.” He quickly informs me then shuffles away from the front of my cage
I hear a second set of boots coming towards me and my heart rate kicks up. “Shhshh…no don’t panic. This is a healer. He can take the edge off your pain to help you with transport back to our pack where we will get you medical attention. You…are…safe.” He grits out the last part in a low growl from his chest as the thought of me being unsafe difficult for him to handle.
A softer warm hand settles on my shin and a sudden wave of warmth travels up from my toes and creeps slowly over my entire body. The most amazing warmth and peace I have ever felt settles in me, setting my veins on fire and I start to feel a slight burning over my forehead and ribs. Not painful, but not pleasant either. The heading force at work in my body. A calloused hand settles on my shoulder through my cage bars. I jump again. The smell of pins invading my senses and creating a comforting presence within n. I don’t want comfort. I don’t want peace and warmth. It’s foreign and full of lies. I can’t trust it. I feel the swelling from my eye receiling, the pain subsiding. My ribs are tender, but are no longer radiating excruciating pain with every beeath I take. The peace radiating through me brings a slight smule to my face. The feeling itsell weird. I can’t remember the last time I smiled or enjoyed any healing because healing brings fresh beatings.
A quick pinch to the back of my arm causes me to ferk away. An injection. I should’ve known this was coming. They just want a heat and probably get off from pretending to be the here only to turn into y villain. Maybe they prefer to Stockholm syndrome in their captives. Grooming the women to feel safe while being the threat, I start to feel dizzy and everything starts sounding muffled and warped. My eyes begin to get heavy, rolling into the back of my head. My head begins rolling on my shoulders. I start shaking “no” repeatedly in what feels like slow motion. My head slumps firmly into my cage wall. My eyes closing, too heavy to open and the sounds ending
