Puppies found **Trigger Warning**

Emma’s POV
My master, Lord Jorge, took great pleasure in visiting me often in my cell, and teaching me the depths to which I would go.

On his command I had had let him fuck my mouth, my ass, my cunt… to violate my body, except does it count as being violated when you say yes… then I had done the same with his minions, not all at once, well not in the beginning anyway.

I was left with three states, Blissed Out, The Need (when I withdraw) and Self-Loathing. I move between the states depending on when he last saw me.

I am moved to a new cell, at least this one has a bed, with a small bathroom, and I am given a short white strappy satin slip to wear… rewards for being a good pet. Rather than cuffs I now have a collar and leash which he takes me for walks around the castle on.

I don’t really take in much of the castle, as my eyes are permanently downcast, dreading to catch someone’s eye, hating that he will share me again.

I find it difficult to eat, none of my states encourage an appetite. I am expected to attend dinner with my master, allowed to eat more than just sandwiches, even allowed cutlery… my dead eyes leave then with no doubt that I am fully his… I have no idea how long this has been what I am, no longer a who, just a what.
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They don’t let me have anything sharp, not after I managed to snag a glass and take it back to my cell. I broke it and used the sharp edge, drawing it across my skin, watching my blood bloom and flow. You can’t tell how dirty I am from the blood; you would think it would be tinged with the filth that I am.

It didn’t hurt, well not really, not compared to how I feel inside… so I added a second and a third line. It did help a little, so I kept adding lines, stripe after stripe. When my forearm was full I moved to my legs. Cutting again and again, not in a desire to die, just in a desire to get the pain and dirt inside outside.

When they found me, I was rocking and crooning to myself, reopening wounds as they scabbed over, watching the slow purification of my flesh.

But apparently, I am not meant to be pure… they took the shard off me… healed me…

Then my punishment, the master took me upstairs and shared me with a troop of eight. Watching them rape me while I screamed. Then he told me next time it would be every off-duty guard. I promised not to hurt myself again

He doesn’t know I still have a shard. Only one, so I will hold it for when I can’t be anymore.

I guess I must have some kind of stupid hope left, as I am not ready to die yet, nearly, but not quite yet.
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I woke with a fragment of a long-forgotten song in my head

I won't go down
I'll fight through the pain
I'll be there right by your side
I'll never let them bring you down
I won't let you down

The words circle in my head, making me think of Peter, even if he found me now, he wouldn’t want anything to do with me, a vampire’s pet, his toy. I let myself indulge in self-pity for a little, tears trickling down my cheeks.

My body starts moving from Self-Loathing towards The Need, my body the only clock I use now. So, I rise, wash and dress in a clean slip, then stand silently in front of the door, eyes downcast. Waiting on his pleasure.

The door opens to reveal Lord Jorge and his minions, ready to escort me wherever they want to. Today he is quite ebullient, and rather than turning left toward the stairs from my basement room he takes me right.

I follow him silently, padding barefooted behind him, no interest in the twists and bends being taken.

He stops in front of a cell door with a malicious look on his face.

‘Ma cherie, behind this door is the reason for everything that has happened to you,’ he says looking for my reaction.

There is none, I don’t know what’s behind the door, I don’t know what is expected, so my look is blank.

‘Would you like to know pet?’ he asks me. ‘Would you like to know what brought you to me?’

‘Only if it pleases you to tell me master,’ I respond in a low voice.

‘They will be gone in three days, and I love that the knowledge will eat even more at your soul, bidding you more strongly to me.’

Pain shoots through me, dreading what else he could do to me, am I not broken enough, my spirit and fire taken with my blood. But I don’t allow my face to show any of this, he doesn’t need anything else to torture me with.

He takes a large brass key from a hook nearby… in sight of the door, but out of reach. Probably put there to increase the mental anguish of whoever is behind the door.

The door swings open revealing another large circular room with eight three tier beds around the edges. In the centre is a table laden with food that children like, sweets, cakes, cookies, crisps, chips; all high calorie, low nutrient foods.

‘Come children,’ he calls. ‘Meet your Luna.’

From the shadows and the beds children ranging from nine to fourteen appear, including a girl in a yellow top who I instinctively know is Lauren.

I feel like I have been punched in the gut, my knees buckle and white heat sears me as the strands for the children connect to them. I feel more and less lonely both at the same time.

‘Hi,’ I say to them. Wondering what I am meant to do now. I have links with about two thirds of them, I guess the others are from neighbouring packs. Not that it matters, the link will be severed when I am locked away again.

‘Go in, join the children for a while, ma Cherie,’ Jorge urges me. ‘I will send someone for you in an hour.’

Great, an hour, while I have started to get The Need. Deep breath, when the fuck did I get so selfish, I plaster on a smile and walk through the door hearing it clang shut behind me.

The room smells slightly of sweat and sugar. Apart from one child holding a teddy bear I can’t see any toys. There are three doors off the room; the one I came in; one I guess leads to a bathroom; and through the third I can see computers, a couch and a massive television. Unlike my original cell, this one has a low ceiling. The light stones are held in silver light fittings illuminating the room.

I sit on a stool by the table looking at the scared faces, wondering what their capturers have in store for them now.

‘Are you really our Luna, miss,’ asks a boy of eleven-ish with sandy coloured hair and green eyes. I can feel him through the reconnected pack link.

*Yes,* I tell him. Then out loud, ‘Yes, I am your Luna, because you are from Whitewater. Some of the children here are from other packs so I’m not theirs.’

A small girl-child comes up to me, and tugs on my arm. ‘What is it sweetheart?’ I ask her and she puts both her arms out. My heart breaks a little and I reach out and pull her in for a cuddle.

‘There, there,’ I soothe.

The other children have all fully emerged now. Some are cleaner than others, but I guess if no one makes them wash some have probably stopped. The other thing I notice is that they are all chubby, every single one, which is rare for normal kids and unheard of for werewolves, especially those who have had their first shift. And I know all of them had just had their first shift before they vanished.

Still if all the food they have is the crap on the table behind me is it any wonder.

‘So….’ I say. ‘What can you tell me?’

The start is hesitant, then like a floodgate opening each child tells me their story. The story of children snatched on their way too or from school, one was taken from a bathroom in a shopping centre.

Some had transformed and were on their first explore as a wolf. All of them blamed themselves for their capture and incarceration, especially the older ones.

Since they had arrived over the past 9-months nothing had happened to them other than an unending supply of junk food and video games. Unsurprisingly they are all desperate for news of home and rescue, which I don’t have.

The hour is nearly up, and Lauren still hasn’t spoken to me, so I go to her.

‘Hey sweet pea, you are Lauren, right?’

She looks at me and bursts into tears, sobbing ‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry, they killed my aunt, and it is all my fault’ then ran and locked herself in the bathroom.

With perfectly crap timing the door I entered swings open, and the minions arrive to escort me to my master.