Trigger warning: Mentions of blo*d, open appendages, trafficking, kidnapping, s*x and death
David left me standing alone in the clearing. I heard the snapping of twigs in the distance, the crinkle of the leaves and the splashing of the puddles. I head all that long before I smelled them. One scent in particular stood out. I had only smelled it briefly back when I was first Kidnapped. The smell of vomit, blo*d, dirt, and rotten milk. A male entered the cleaning. He was over seven feet tall. There were leaves, sticks and vines in his long dirty black hair and beard. He had mud smeared all over his face and torso. He gave a sinister smile that made my stomach turn to knots in fear for what was about to happen to me. There were 50 wolves that came out of the clearing, all snarling and growli
