Whispered Promises

Amelia

I literally am down to my last bit of sanity I have left. I think I am going to lose it if I try to clean anything else tonight. I have fluffed and fluffed pillows and pulled the sheet as tight as I could make it. The rooms had to pass Bianca's inspection, and I lost count how many times I had to repeat tasks just to amuse her. My shoulder still hurts, but I can start to lift it a little more. If I can sneak some food, I will heal faster. I should try and sneak some to the stranger if I can. I would risk a whipping to get him strong enough to get us out of here. I am not sure how I can get that remote off of the guard's belt though. There is one option. could fake like I am finally giving in to one of his threats of sex. Pretend to be interested in what he wants, but the thought physically makes me want to vomit. I would also need to make sure that I could snatch the remote and get out quickly after. There would only be one try at this.

I limp off out of the pack house. The early rays of the sun are starting to come up. I would love to make it to my tiny home, but I am exhausted and hurting. My wolf has been quiet, and it is hard to feel her. She is starting to disconnect from me. Unable to take the abuse that I allow us to be subjected to. Unable to shift when she needs to, to be an actual wolf. I feel myself dragging and for whatever reason, instead of attempting to crawl to my tiny home, I decide that the dungeon is closer, and I would also like to know if the stranger is still alive.

I make it down the stairs and close the door behind me. I find my usual cell; the door remains open from when I was dragged out. I can see the outline and part of the stranger sitting on his cot, in the dark. There is hardly any light in here and I am too malnourished for my shifter vision to work properly. Our wolves have their own night vision. When we are not shifted, we have more keen eyesight. Unless you are malnourished and unhealthy. Then your shifter vision is diminished. Several months ago, I could see pretty good in the dark. Not anymore. Even shifted, my wolf Sariah has worse vision from what she should normally have. The abuse has increased drastically the older I have gotten and more so now that I am of age to find my fated mate. I don't know why, but Alpha Randall has become worse, and we have paid the price for it. His hatred for me is increasing every day. I don't know how much more we can take.

I limp over to the cot, holding my arm and settle in lying down on my unaffected shoulder, closing my eyes and holding in the pain. Waiting for exhaustion to take me over. Hopefully the alpha will forget about me today. Maybe they won't think to look for me down here. I can hide out for a while. Get some rest and sneak away to get washed up. I need it terrible and so do my clothes.

"Why are you back here little warrior?" I hear coming from the cell next to mine. I answer without opening my eyes. "I was too hurt and tired to make it to my home. It is a mile away from here. I am not allowed to sleep close to the pack and I wanted to make sure you were still here." I tell him and it is the truth. I have never had anything I could actually care for before. "It is I that should be asking you if you are okay. Did they hurt you too bad?" he asks concerned, which is a welcomed feeling. "No more than usual. I got all of my work done. Alpha Asshole has rooms that are floofed and fluffed. I just want to try and stay hidden today. I just want to get some sleep." He makes a grunting sound to himself, and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I feel weirdly safe around him. The enemy of my enemy is my friend situation, I guess.

"I am going to get you out of here little warrior." whispers to me, or to himself. I am not sure, but it is comforting. We can do this. We can get out. I fall asleep feeling a peaceful feeling I haven't felt in so long.

I don't know how long I have been asleep, but I can feel myself being shaken violently. An earthquake in these lands? Not possible, but yet I am shaking. I can hear someone calling my name. It sounds like they are getting closer.

I bolt awake hearing "Little warrior" repeatedly. I clutch my chest and gasp for air as I come out of my nightmare. My body still shaking from the terror. I haven't had that one in a while. The day I was pushed down the stairs. Lying broken and naked on the cold hard floor for anyone to come see. My arm was broken in three places that day. Bianca and her friends had just turned 18 and thought their shit didn't stink. Well, they have always thought of themselves as better than any other shifters. They were extra mean to me on Bianca's 18th birthday for some reason though. I guess she just wanted to have her version of fun on her birthday. Someone to torment and to use to make themselves feel better.

"I'm okay. I just...I just had a bad dream that is all. It is nothing. Stupid." I sit up confused, squinting to look into the cell next to me. I swear it sounded like he was closer to me. "You were pretty upset. Kicking and screaming. That was a little more than a bad dream." "What can I say? I fight back better in my sleep. Whether my eyes are open or closed, every shifter that has wronged me still haunts me." I sit up against the wall quiet. He remains quiet as well. "How old are you?" he asks quietly. I can hear the shuffle of feet and noises above and I know that others are awake. Someone is more than likely looking for me. I feel like I didn't sleep at all. I am 25, almost 26." I speak. Not sure why he wants to know. "Where are you from?" "I don't know." I answer and it is the truth unfortunately. "How old are you?" I ask. I might as well see what kind of information I can get. "I am 34." he says. His voice is deep and smooth. "Where are you from?" I ask. "The shadows." he replies. "That's not ominous at all." I say, very matter of fact. I would have appreciated a real answer. He laughs out loud, and it brings a small smile to my face. I am sure he can see me. "It's the truth little warrior. You will see when I get you out of here." His words are whispered promises I hope to come true.