Rory
“Do you want to talk about it?” Julianna asked me as we were passing out supplies to the women in the temporary shelter. I handed a younger looking woman a basket of food, blankets, and hygiene supplies. She looked to be no older than 15 or 16 years old and my heart ached for how much she had been through at such a young age. Part of me resonated with her. I was only 25 and ive lost all of my family, my pack, been kidnapped, sold, abused..at least I cant cross torture off my list…yet.
“What's there to talk about?” I muttered, trying hard to forget about all the times they shocked me with that collar. Pushing the memories of them punching and hitting me out of my mind. I still remember their words. I remember vividly how much they liked to talk about what they wanted to do to me. Th
