—See you later Thia, but are you sure you can walk home alone?—
—Yes I can John, just, don't worry. Guess I'll see you tomorrow buddy— I smiled kindly to my new friend.
Okay, my nationality is kind of... Hard. My father's from Egypt and my mom's from Canada. I was born in Spain and now I'm studying in Washington. My name is Cynthia, it's cool.
—Well, goodbye Thia— and this is my friend John, just met him 2 weeks ago when I transferred here. He's 17 and I'm 16.
—Goodbye John— I said already walking my way home.
I was close to my street when out of nowhere I heard some whisper, I turned to search for the origin but couldn't find nothing as it was kind of dark.
—Excuse me, can you follow us to somewhere?— some dude in his 20s stopped me.
—Us? Umm no I can't I have to go home before 10.30. Sorry— I turned around and was met with a bulky boy, he flashed me a small smile and the next thing he did left me speechless, he threw me over shoulder and started running toward the forest. He was running incredibly fast. Then I started screaming.
—What the hell?! Fuck, let me go!!— I started hitting his back and tried some tiktok life hack but nothing worked. Then I bit him. He groaned loudly and threw to the floor.
—He said "even if you have to use force"— Then the other one knocked me out.
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I woke up in a sofa and my head hurt so bad... As I touched my head I hissed and jumped up when I realized that I had just been kidnapped. As soon as I went to open the only door that was there, someone entered through said door.
—Oh, you're awake— the individual said. He smiled and looked at me like I was his food or something, and that pissed me off.
I tried leaving but he held my wrist and growled at me.
—You bitch, let me go— I tried freeing myself from his grip but he only tighten his grip. To the point that it was really hurting.
—You shall only call me Alpha, Mate, or by my name, Michael. You will not disrespect me.— He whispered harshly to me while sniffing my neck.
—I shall call you dog, asshole or dumbass cause that's what you are!—I slapped him. Where did all this courage came from? I'm literally a shaking mess. He growled and closed his eyes— L-let me go!
Then I screamed in pain, my vision started getting blurry as he bit me in my neck and started tearing my clothes. I tried kicking and punching him but it was impossible, and he did it, he raped me.
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I stared at the ceiling and started to think about my life decisions. Michael was sleeping, that motherfucker. My face was red and puffy and it was full of dried tears. My neck hurt, my body hurts, I'm tired but I can't sleep. I should've accepted John's offer. I should've taken my bike. I should've called my brother. I feel like shit, honestly. I'm fucking 16 and passing through all this shit. Fuck my life, fuck my brain, fuck my body, fuck Michael, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-
—Stop thinking like that, — speaking of the devil— it will only be worse. Get dressed, I'm showing you around.
I heard him but I didn't listened. I was just thinking how I will destroy that face of his, then bury his body somewhere and find my path back home. I was so disgusted, I hated him so much, I hate him, I hate him, I hate h-
God damn, just stand the fuck up and get dressed, there's clothes for you in the closet
—How did you do that— I said with the only voice left in my throat.
—I'll explain later, just have in mind that I can read your mind and you can read mine.
Pfft, pathetic. I need to go to the toilet, now.
—Over there— he pointed another door. We are in a different room... How? I don't know.
I angrily made my way to the bathroom and made my necessities, okay, I took a piss.
After I cleaned my self and took a shower, I carefully checked if he was still in the room.
All clear.
I ran to the door left, the one I supposed was the closet and thankfully it was the correct one. I took the clothes and wore them but there was this problem I hoped it'll go unnoticed: no underwear.
At this state I was so annoyed at the whole universe.
I opened the door and was greeted with a woman on her 30s. She had a serious expression and it looks like she don't like me.
—Cynthia Lee, 16, pisces, born on the 18th of March, 2005. You have one olde-
—Tell me something I don't know
—Speak to me formally, little rat. What Alpha did serves you right
—Who are you?— I looked at the woman straight in the eye.
—Michael's mentor
—Yeah... Fuck off—I pushed past her and made my way through the exit door. The door opened and hit me straight in the face. I cursed in my natal language and held my forehead. Once I saw who opened the door I hissed at him.
—Let me go home bitch— I grabbed a broom that happened to be there and pointed it towards him.
—Still haven't learn your lesson?
—Why do you have me here?— I quickly changed the topic— Why me?...
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