---- 14_I won't bite... hard. Faith To be honest, | didn't think he would go through with his idea. | was sure | could call his bluff - the attempts to show me my "place". Or at least where that man thinks | belong. First, | left his office and stomped to my bedroom, thinking his words were nothing but empty threats. A way to tame me and shut me up, and keep me at arm's length at worst. If only | had known a week ago that my father meant every word he spat at me, | would find a way to escape the hell he created for me. Instead of a taste of freedom, | got the stench of rotting flesh, blood, dirty, torn clothes, and no more than a glass of water and a single slice of bread a day for a week. Perhaps the all-mighty Alpha thinks it's ---- generous of him to spare me anything, but | think he has lost what little grip he had with reality to such an extent that he's clueless of how much food and water one needs to survive. | tried begging the guards; | even tried threatening them by reminding them who | was, but to no avail. None of them would budge or try to ease my misery. All | got was scoffs and muttered, "can't go against the Alpha's orders." And so, here | sit on the concrete floor, chained to a wall, with nothing but my thoughts and fears looming around me. The darkness doesn't bother me anymore. It used to. | was terrified of everything | couldn't see hiding in the shadows, but these days, the pitch blackness covers me like a blanket and hides me from the possible danger. It reminded me of being a child, when you would huddle under your blankets, believing as long as you didn't slip your head out from under the covers the monster in the closet wouldn't get you. Now the darkness was my comforter, my ---- safe place. You can't fear something you don't see, or that is what | keep telling myself. On days like these, | wish my mother were still alive. | wish she could stop my father, stand up for me and protect me from his vile ways. Even the maid, who means the word to me, isn't allowed to come near me. He's doing this on purpose. His main goal is to isolate me from everyone who might care, and once I'm forgotten, no one will question him about my whereabouts. First, he gets rid of any suspicion, and then, he ensures there's no way back home for me. If my father isn't a narcissist, | don't know who that man is. | let my mind build up scenarios of my future, both happy and gruesome, until a raspy voice startles me. "Come on, kitten, scoot a little closer. | won't bite... hard,' the rogue who occupies the cell next to mine, begins his usual nonsense. If | had enough strength, | might kick the bars just in an attempt to frighten him. Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!