They have moved me.
Before we left the house.
Before I left that awful room. He came to me again and again I retreated to my head with Faith until he finished.
There was no point putting up a fight, it just excited him more.
Now I am in some kind of underground room.
It’s cold and dreary.
The passageway that they brought me in through was narrow, damp, and had skulls and bones lodged in the dirt walls.
I never knew places like this existed.
I tried running and I got beat.
I am pretty sure my arm is broken. My werewolf genes should kick in soon and I will be healed but in the meantime, I need to deal with the pain.
Although I would gladly take this pain over the emotional pain that was forever embedded in my body.
I think I might be losing touch with reality. Sometimes I ju
