When The Darkness Met Light

(Seraphina's P. O. V.) I sat on the terribly trashed floor there in the dimly lit, dirty looking empty warehouse, my neck and ankles chained to the metallic pole by my side. My dark brown curly hair that once was silky and soft as hell, was now matted with grease and blood. The white dress that these bastards made me wear was nothing to write home about either. It was stained with more dried blood, and mud. I felt grimy; I couldn't remember the last time I had taken a proper shower. The only s**t that they did was dump a whole bucket of ice cold water over our heads, and call it hygiene. I scoffed to myself. As if. It had probably been months since I had come here. I didn't know the exact time that had passed. I had lost track of time a long while ago. One didn't exactly have any sense of direction inside a place like this, and being trafficked like a f*****g product didn't come with a free calendar to mark.the days that passed. My body ached all over; the men here kept on beating all of us up, and abusing us sexually. I cannot count the number of times that they had attempted to r**e me. Thankfully I had evaded it. I had been warned to stay a virgin. For once in this hellhole being a psychic werewolf was useful. I huffed loudly, rubbing my face with my hand out of frustration. How on Earth had I even gotten here in the first place? What went through my mind? I must've been very dumb by then, because nothing I went through here deserved the purpose I thought it would serve at first. Suddenly, there was a loud noise from the end of the large hall. Someone was opening the door. What time was it? Hadn't we just been given our so called supper? A bunch of hefty men walked in, all laughing and shouting amongst themselves. The bastards must have been high again. Talk about wanting a peaceful evening. Now, another round of torture was going to be inflicted on us. Yay, life. The girl that was chained up a few feet away from me started crying hysterically. As if on que, some other girls started crying too, making the stupid men laugh. "Awwww, look guys! She's so happy to see us that she can't control her tears of joy!" One of them whose name I had learned was Sergey cried. They all fell into a fit of laughter. The sound of it mocked our very existence, expressing the fact that we were so inferior, that we didn't even own our own lives. The urge to try breaking free from these chains and attack them hit me so hard, I nearly gave into it. But unfortunately I was powerless. The girl who had started crying, was now sobbing full on. The sound of it was heartbreaking. It refuelled my hatred to the very particular race that kidnapped us all and wished to traffic us. Werewolves were f*****g disgusting, and there was nothing on Earth that could change my goddamn mind. "... don't worry bunny, we are here now. We'll give you what you want." He said mockingly, his tone laced with the promise of something sinister as he walked towards the young girl. She tried backing away, but the chains restrained her every move. She had nowhere to run, and the tears only fell harder with the realization of what was going to happen to her. A burning anger rose within me. These were not men, these were monsters! They preyed on the weak willed anytime that they could, feasting on our fear like we were an all you can eat buffet. Just as his hand slipped under her dress as she pleaded with him amidst tears to stop, I couldn't take it any longer. "Stop! f*****g stop touching her with your dirty ass hands!" I screamed at him, using my psychic abilities to modify my voice. The man froze for a second, obviously shook to the core by the voice he had just heard. His smug expression had fallen, but he put it right back before turning to me. "Oh? So little bunny here has some guts, aye?" The bastard said, before walking towards me with the same demeanor. If he was trying to scare me, he was doing a very pathetic job at it. I held his supposedly dangerous gaze, with a Stern stare of my own. I knew that I didn't have any control over my life so long as I was here; I was like property, to be bought and sold. But that didn't mean that I was going to be a victim of my circumstances. I had been trained better. "I am not a f*****g bunny, asshole." In an instant, I felt a sharp sting on my cheek. The worthless creature had slapped me. I chuckled darkly, unfazed by it. The impact had been terrible, and I could feel myself getting dizzy, but no way in hell was I going to express such a thing. He looked at me, a sliver of nervousness wandering at the back of his eyes for a second, before leaving as quickly as it came. "You dare talk back at me?..." He asked me darkly, a threatening tone fitted to it. I stared at him dead in his eyes. "Do your worst, Pendejo." The hall was dead silent, the tension in the air was at it's peak. Out of all the girls, I was the only one who talked back at these bastards, and therefore the one that got the most punishment. It was rather amusing of him to think that I would back down now, when I usually didn't. This wasn't a church, no repentance was needed. His hand was on my neck before I knew it, squeezing the life out of me. Funny it was, that I was already a living corpse. Dumb f**k, I thought to myself. "Oh you little-" "Leave her alone, Sergey. You know how the b***h usually is. Plus, tonight's the night. Any scratch on any of them, and the boss would have our heads." Another guy piped up. Sergey dropped his hand from my neck with a deadly smile. "Oh yeah... There's no need for me to punish this w***e. Your new owner would do that."