The curse of Red

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Isabella pov

I don't know how long I have actually been here, darkness ate me whole. It could have been hours, days or years, everything was the same.
Broken torn mattress, cold brick walls, a smell of stale food sometimes linger in the air depending on day or year.
The last memory of Gabriella is only thing keeping me alive.

We made to Canada shorty after leaving Texas , traveling on the road staying at hotels after hotels was overwhelming my wolf. We wanted a home, we wanted our mate.
Gabriella beautifully tan lively Skin was changing, a lot about her was changing but I blame the sudden leave and life on the road.
She become introverted, distant and quiet.
No matter what interesting things we did she wasn't the same.  I didn't blame her nothing has been normal for her since she was born. We landed in Canada and the clean brisk air made my wolf bark from enjoyment.
I instantly grab Gabriella exiting the car as we parked at other run down motel.
She didn't ask where we're going or seem to have wondered, almost seen as she some program computer. No emotion.
I pick my paced sniffing the air and nothing. Her big dark chocolate looks at me with calculating watching.
I remove my clothing but she doesn't react I let Red take over, but she didn't change yet.
She stood stand I lean behind, I had carried a bag subconsciously not knowing why.
"You are my puppy, a princesses of all mythical creatures strong bloodline that carries both pain and love. You my pup are made for great things."
That has been more than she's ever said, sound of cracking bones echo in the forest.
We came face to face with our daughter.
Her almond eyes glints in enjoyment and awed she extended her arms out. As Red moved forward to lick her fingers, she let go a giggle. A warm smile .
Something she hasn't done since we left Texas.
Red brush her fur against her marker her as ours. Sniffing her every single inch of her body get her scent engraved into her Animalistic brain. With every sniff she let out heated wind from her nose make Gabriella giggle even louder. An orchestra of innocence giggles made me heart full of enjoyment.
Gabby rub our fur, 'soft mommy.' She said almost if her own wolf was trying link through.
Wolf have a habit saying short sentence only speak when they feel necessary to.

We spent over hours running and playing.
She finally cuddle against my stomach stroke my fur her eyes closed for a nap.
The last time I saw her.

I wrapped my own arms against what's left of my small frame. My wolf and I look exactly how we feel; defeated.
Everyday was some different type of torture, rape, beastly, heated poker.. list goes on. To even hurt me more some days they made me sit in front of broke down television watching hours of videos that I missed out of Gabriella growth.
But one broke me was the - what new era calls it internet. Videos were 'streaming' million of perverts, some watching me as I watch rape of my only daughter and for kicks sometimes it was my own rape.
If the price was right I watched my own rape while being rape.
If I pretend to be dead the rates would go higher and they wanted more.
I did everything played dead, acted as I enjoy it even sometimes I fought and screamed. Nothing worked!
Anything you can I image I did.
Even for funs they purposely left things open and unguarded so, one dungeon buddies decide today was day. She walked out with homemade knife walked. But her death was live stream as 'The Most dangerous Game,'
She became the prey as wolves haunted and killed her.
That was meant for me but I knew it wasn't going end as me dying .
Some days he came acting like a different man.
The first time he stormed as he there to save me, "My love where did you go?"
Carrying me in his arms into some location that I never really remembered much, for two days he held me. Just loving me and making me feel as I was going home.
Then came the Drug induce coma where I was tied up and raped, to only wake up in his arms like a bad dream.
It want until four day I realize he was torturing my mind as well.
If the Devil had a son it would be Stephan.
I often wonder if his parents purposely wanted to hurt Gabby and I.
But in the End it was King fault.
He raped me, Drug me, dump me with some fake trustworthy family to be repeated the same cycle again.
I wonder did he know what happen to us or is he on it?
Was this all a sick Perversion of the King punishment for breaking some law?

I scot against cold wall hanging my knees beg to moon goddess, the universe to whom ever is listening to my pleds, "Give me all punishments but please dear all that is holy and godly to keep Gabriella safe.