SAMMIE'S POV.
THE night had crawled in faster than I thought but would, at this point I no longer see snowball but then I had lost track of Time and his words the moment I began running faster and deeper into the wood.
I feel my throat burn with intensely harshness and my belly growls just on cue, I did make the foolish mistake for not bringing either food or water,
Neither did I have breakfast before leaving earlier,i stop to w halt, my arms above my head before rubbing them down from my temps and across my face
The strong stink of sweat hits me as I realize how drenched my clothes are by now. The only thing that seems to be at ease is the wind which howls in a strange manner and blows against my skin calmly.
I bend slightly to reach out to my knees which had cuts and several bruises on them from the running and the leaves, shy spikes on trees and shrubs.
As well as a few mosquito bites, all these make me feel nauseous, weak and hopeless.
I feel a warmth on my cheek, it's my tears streaking down from my eyes to my cheeks, chin and then finally towards my chest.
I'm exhausted, tired and weak. I just can't believe all that had happened to me, my whole life had been totally unfair.
Just when will I get the chance to smile? When will I see the happiness I truly deserve?.
I have done more harm to anyone, why then is everyone after me and after my life? Why am I the only one at the lowest line of the food chain?
Nothing much has changed, the only thing that changes is me not being a servant to the pack, but instead I'm a slave to the alpha's son himself.
I'm a slave to my very own mate, how am I to love the rest of my life knowing I mean nothing to him?.
But maybe I'm better off staying there, staying in that godforsaken pack as his slave rather than staying out here.
I wonder what mw think I could do this, hell b so angry that I had left in the first place but who knows?. I might be really lucky.
Maybe, just maybe he would not notice a thing about me being gone yet, he'll probably still be down attending to affairs and must not have visited me yet.
"I can't do this" I voice out finally, holding my head in place with my palms, I feel a wave if it hits me and my breath becomes high pitched.
Ceasing constantly, I feel my heart unable to pump more blood which weakens me instantly.
I feel my knees go weak and my body go numb, unable to control myself with q loud thud I fall to the floor, I hear rustling if leaves like footsteps approaching me.
A torch inspired my face and I hear faint noises, radio noises or perhaps that of men, one thing I know is this isn't good.
Slowly I feel my eyes close shut and finally I lose all consciousness.
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"Hey, you get up" I hear a voice call out to me? To another? I don't know that yet.
I roll my head backwards and I feel a huge blow against me, not physically but more a wave of pain in my head.
"Get the fuck up" i hear the voice again, this time it doesn't sound pleased, more like pissed and that bothers me.
I prop my head up a little, scanning my surroundings to be sure I'm not hearing things.
I pop open my eyes to see A woman standing before me,a whip in her hand as well.
"What's the fuck?" I mutter slowly, unable to yell, my voice sounds a little cracked and a bitterness lies at the end of my throat.
Her stance seems menacing but she doesn't say a word more, just then do I get the whole thing, she had been speaking with me earlier.
I look around me and my situation becomes clear, something I had dreaded the most but how come? Where on earth am I?
The clothes, the people, everything looks and seems different.
"Get up, now!" She yells, this time I'm hinged.
I move reluctantly, and heavy metal obstructs my movements.
I look down to my hands to see that I'm in chains,but for what reason?.
"Many others like me, struggling to move, all chained to another moving slowly like a train.
I stand on my feets, the whole thing still not making sense to me, but for now I have no choice than to deal with this whole thing.
"Why am I here?" I manage to ask, my face all innocent and my voice feeble, as meek as possible.
I try lowering my gaze not wanting to annoy her.
"You are a smart one, I was expecting you to ask me where you are, that's the question everyone asks. Almost every one of you" she says, her tone a little friendly but that won't make me let down my guard. I tend to become insecure here, not when I'm in chains,not when I'm on a call and when there's a lady standing before me with a whip in her hand.
"We are slave hunters and you my dear are a slave, you look good and in which means you are good to go and ready to be sold, the healthier you are the more expensive you are sold" ah says without an ounce of pity.
I feel my face fall qs sudden realization dawns on me,I've been captured by slave hunters and I will be sold,
With me it just never ends, I feel a pain like no other and my heart shatters into several pieces, no matter how much I think about it I am just destined to be a slave.
The pain seeps in too fast and hard but I'm unable to say a thing,tears do not flow like I had expected it to.
"No tears? No regret? Nothing?" The woman with a whip in her hand asks me, I guess she's so used to this that she could predict every one of her victims' attitudes.
I do not speak, she smiles giving me the creeps before reaching out to me.
"Come on now, you witn have much to say anyways, but you are one lucky bitch you won't have to experience the pain others do" she says and with that I move forward, tagging along behind her.
My head turns now and then, disturbed by the screeches, pleas and cries of many others in the cell house, as I'd call it.
Finally I'm let into a dim lighted room, another female in it and charcoal burning fiercely.
I begin to wonder if these slave traders are all women or if they are owned by a woman.
"Come on now, you've been a really great slave all you have to do is stay seated and this will be all over pretty soon" the woman who had brought me speaks.
For some odd reason I can sense a feeling of some deja Vu about to go down.
I feel a hot sensation burn at my arm, the pain coming in at once, it hurts and burns so bad that tears flow down of their own accord..
"Fuck!" I yell as I feel the hot substance pulled away from my skin, I look down to my arm and there's a logo, a shape like that of a half moon imprinted into my skin.
Around my wrists and a little just away from my palm, under different circumstances I would have felt this is cool and somewhat beautiful but I know it's nothing good.
I knew something was about to go down but I had no idea they would not count, I should have been given little time to brace myself.
"What the fuck is this?!" I yell once more, my anger getting the best of me, as much as I love to keep my actions under control I just can't.
"You've been branded as a slave, that's a logo or rather a sign which is used to different people of high class and this is just made in case you try escaping, whoever finds you gets to sell you off for whatever price he or she seems fit"
My once felt pain deepens instantly as I realize there's no escape this time around.
I've been branded as a slave forever, there's no going back, there's no escaping, I just have to live the rest of my life as a slave.
"You have tears in your eyes now? Wanna cry? Well There's no time for that bitch let's move you've been sold already I do not want I keep your owner waiting"
The more she speaks the more reality dawns on me, there's no going back from this and I can't believe I had risked it all.
I tried escaping from being a slave to my own mate just to become a slave forever, I can't even escape I already have the logo slave imprinted on me, this is the life I have to live and I have to love with the fact that I made this choice all on my own with no one to blame for it.