“You damn mutt!” The sound of a whip echoed through the deep dark cave as it came crashing down onto my back. I fell to the ground in agonizing pain, my master hovering over me with a leather whip with spikes at the end of it.
I had gotten used to the pain, since it happened every day without fail whenever he was angry. My torment gave him satisfaction especially when the crack of the whip he loved to use on me met and tore at my skin like scissors cutting paper.
I have no name to speak of; my master always called me mutt, or he would call me a number that was given to me the day I was born into this hellhole. Twenty-three, that was the number embedded on my hip at the age of three.
A mark that bound me to him forever. My mother died a year after I was born, simply because there were no wet nurses around to keep me fed as a baby. He killed her once I no longer needed her to stay alive.
“No one talk to him for the rest of the day, don’t even go near him.” My master said to the maids and other staff members surrounding us in an angry and harsh tone. He made them watch as he tore the flesh off my back for a crime I never committed.
His daughter, Elise, accused me of touching her inappropriately. Even though she knew damn well I would never do such a thing to anyone, let alone her. I knew all too well what the consequences were for even glancing at one of my master's family members.
The evil smirk on her face said it all, she hates me. That is nothing new, I am, a werewolf after all. A monster born to a werewolf mother and father. Who wore a steel collar around my neck to remind me where my place is.
As if I didn’t already know where I stood. She loved to use her status as a nobleman’s daughter to use me as her personal punching bag. Used my status as a slave to do whatever she wanted without being scolded by her father.
I hated her and I hated her father; I also hated the guards who would also use me as their punching bag. I had no choice but to let them because they used wolfs-bane to keep my wolf from lashing out at them.
I could still talk to my wolf, but I could never shift. Hilal would growl in my head at them, like he is now as I stared at my master through the blackened bangs that were once a bright red and gold like fire.
I hadn’t been able to bathe in days, so the scent of dirt and sweat with blood filled the air around me. I wanted to bathe, to feel the hot water on my skin as I scrubbed the dirt and grim off my body.
‘One day, I’ll kill them, all of them,’ Hilal growled in my head as he paced around.
'When that day comes, they will regret everything they have ever done to us. I can't do anything right now though since they have continuously forced wolfs-bane into my blood to keep you from taking over.' I tell Hilal as he paces around in my head with his head bowed and his rose red and sun gold fur ruffles as he walks.
Hilal has the same sun gold colored eyes as I do, though his are a lot brighter than mine since he is a wolf. His growls are deep and loud as he continues to pace in circles in my head as I think of how I am going to escape from this cell. I hope the goddess forgives me for being so weak and letting the master and guards do whatever it was they wanted with me. I want nothing more than to take a bath in scolding hot water just to erase the places they touched me and scrub the dirt and grim off my body until my skin bleeds from the friction.
After a while he left me alone in the cell before a guard walked in and slid a tray of food across the floor to me. I could smell the wolfs-bane coming from the soup that was steaming, meaning I was having hot soup for the first time in a month. That told me he needed me to be satisfied with the food while the wolfs-bane ran its course through my veins. It also meant that this was the last time he was going to force me to take wolfs-bane and that he needed me a mission soon, too soon.
