Chapter 001

CHLOE'S POV.

"Don't do this," I pleaded one more time hoping he would listen in his drunken state. But he looked so far gone in his madness that he wouldn't stop.

He forced me back against the table as he pressed himself into me, and all I could perceive was the stench of alcohol as he kissed down the nape of my neck.

"I have always wanted you, we could make it easy or hard either way I am going to have you."

Already I could see his hands trailing down like he owned my body, perhaps he did. Maybe I was his to take just as he had muttered.

When his hands fell on my bosom again, I jittered. It made it harder that I was backed up against the table unable to move as he pressed his hardness on me.

"Can you feel that—"

The rest of his words were interrupted by the sound of the door, we both turned to see the handle click with someone at the other end.

I looked on with bliss, my gaze glittered almost immediately to welcome whoever was behind the door, on the other end he had a look of disappointment and disdain on his.

Just as the door was about to open, he sent the contents of the table to the ground with a wave of his hand. I heard the clattering noise of the dishes I had been working tirelessly on and squeezed my eyes shut before fluttering them open again almost immediately.

I looked at him like he had gone insane just before turning to see Raven at the doorway.

Raven didn't look like she saw anything that happened, I was still in shock about my uncle's actions and the fact that he had acted insanely when I felt a sting on the side of my face.

I fell right to the ground, shocked at his action.

I looked around from the plates that were still right there on the floor broken and in shards to the look of disdain in both of their faces.

"Is this what you do now?" He wagged his finger at me, still trying to look at me steadily even while drunk. "You are going to pay for breaking those dishes."

"Yes, make her pay. '' Raven's voice echoed in support.

I looked on in disbelief as a tear rolled down my eyes. Somewhere in my heart, I wished to myself that all this would end.

Perhaps death was a better way out of my predicament.

He shared a look with his daughter. I could almost sense immediately what would happen. It was either two things: one was the fact that I would be beaten til I passed out and the other — I couldn't think about it.

I looked in the direction of the rat-infested tool room just adjacent to where we were standing, the room had been like a dungeon for many years. I couldn't remember how many nights I had spent in its cold bare ground but I certainly didn't want it tonight.

"He couldn't possibly do this," I thought. it was the night of the moon dance—

I had looked forward to this night all week and at the moment all hopes of attending were about to be deprived from me.

Already I could see the rats scurrying out of their holes, their little pebbled eyes peering from the dark corners of the room.

"Do it, father."

He dragged me by foot to the door of the room, ignoring my pleas. I could hear the sinister laughter from Raven as he pushed me in and bolted the door behind me.

***

Soon, my cries echoed within the four walls of the room. While my heart longed for freedom, it felt like something not forthcoming.

I could have sworn that I wanted a different life, one that I would understand, one that was free from torments and pain, but it didn't seem like I was going to have it anytime soon.

I curled myself against my knee listening as it rained softly outside. A cold air found itself Into the room, already I could hear the sound of howls and music from a distance.

I tried all I could to shut out the noise but the more I did, the more it felt like I could hear the sound from my subconscious mind mocking me and my inability to attend the dance.

The sounds grew louder and louder with each minute, making it even harder for me to shut it out. I got up and peered through the only window in the room that was a bit higher than it should have been. Looking around, I realized this room might have been built for this exact purpose; to keep people in.

The urge to escape grew stronger as I heard the drumming stop and the voice of an elder addressing the pack replaced it. The window looked just the right size for me to fit through so I looked around for anything that I could climb just to reach the height.

When my gaze found a metal bucket, my heart leaped with hope. Soon I was on the same level with the window, I looked in either direction before lifting myself fully up to the window and then it happened.

A deafening noise filled the room as the bucket tumbled over, my heart was prickling with fear as I expected that he'd come at any moment.

A moment passed and all I could hear was the sound of my heart beating heavily, When it seemed as though he had actually passed out from being too drunk and wouldn't show up at any moment, I continued with my antics.

With quick paces I made my way away from the house, running down the path that led to the dance.

Each time I looked behind to be certain he wasn't coming after me, I would probably be skinned alive if caught but what's the worst that could happen?

One more time, I looked over my shoulder while turning a bend ahead. I could see a bonfire and hear the voices not too far with a smile of victory crawling around my face.

The smile was short-lived however, I heard a twig break from behind and turned to look. Turning back again I bumped into a hard manly frame.

A strong grip crawled around my wrist holding me still and I looked up to an unexpected sight.