Jasper's POV
I am awoken from my peaceful dreams by someone yelling into my room. I wished I could escape once again into my dreams, but the angry voice persisted.
" Get up you piece of shit! You have work to do!" a raspy voice screamed.
'What a great way to start the day,' I thought, getting up off the floor and making my way up the stairs.
I squinted as the sunlight hit my face, peaking through the windows. My room (aka the basement) had no windows and it took a while for my eyes to adjust. My phone, the only thing the pack allowed me to personally own, was my only source of light and time in my room. Other than my phone, my room consisted of a mattress and a small bathroom. I had Pajamas that were about 7 years too small and a maid outfit which I had to wear whilst cleaning. Why I never understood but, I am assuming it is just another way to humiliate me.
As I entered the kitchen, a fist to my gut, caused me to fall to the floor, groaning. Not daring to look them in the eyes, the force and shape of the hand allowed me to know my attacker. Alpha Gorman, the ruthless leader of the Shadow pack. He was the main abuser, other than my father.
"Next time, don't make me wake you up brat," growled Alpha Gorman.
As he walked away, I merely whimpered in response. Every time I spoke to other pack members, they beat me to silence, resulting in selective mutism. No matter what I did I was beaten and kept alone in my room. I had very little contact with the other pack members, other than when they had their time to hit me. All the contact I had was with myself, and due to the actions of all the members, I had pretty bad anxiety.
Busying myself with preparing breakfast, I made a mental list of what I had to complete for the day. Breakfast, clean the house and the training room, tend the garden, and then prepare lunch. Then I became the punching bag for training, re-clean the training room, and then prepare dinner. I was just hoping that the training session would be quick or even better, they would not want to use me today. Occasionally they busy themselves with other forms of training, not just how to take down an opponent or interrogate a captive.
After finishing the food, I set everything up buffet style and quickly scurried out of the kitchen, to the supply closet to get the supplies needed for the day. Luckily, we used more natural cleaners, because the harsher ones were hard on our enhanced senses. I grabbed the cleaners and began my tasks for the day.