Chapter Seven: Roses are the new age torture device

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February 12th, 2005
Las Vegas, Nevada

"Aw, look at the little lost puppy" the voice whispered in a crooning manner. I stared up at Ms.Villa as she grinned evilly down at me. I school with fear, my muscles clenched. I tried to back away, but my back paws were met only with air. I whimpered, staring up at her. She was twice as tall this time, her dark greying hair billowing put behind her, as if it were caught in a rough wind. Her skin pale and cracking around her dark lips. His claw-like fingers swiped at me, griping my throat like a vice. I whine and try to bite her, but she hold tighter I gasped for breath while she laughs.

"Poor little Angel, thought she could run from this? Not a chance." She hisses. "You think that Hunter can protect you? He's nothing. He'll dump you soon as he has the chance" I wince, and shake my head

"No! Dean wouldn't do that!" I say in his defense. Ms. Villa sneered at me

"Oh little pup, he already has" Her voice deepened, turned gruffer. Before my eyes she shifted. Her hair contracting back, short and dirty blonde. Dead eyes turned green, a slash of freckles sprayed her cheeks. Her fingers thickened, and I was stating at Dean. I gasped, whimpering and trying to pry Dean off. Why wouldn't he let go. He laughed, loudly an my eardrums split and I howled out

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