Sheik's P.O.V.
Trigger warning
It was dark and musty in the broom closet that Sheik was stuck in. She was used to it, and it was her home on nights like this. She lay down uncomfortably on a small pile of straw that brought a little more comfort than sleeping on the dirt floor. Her whole world, from the time she was born, was the little cellar that her and her mother were stuck in. She was only eight years old, but even then she knew it was unfair. The sound of hard breathing and the moans of her father were the only sounds that bled through the walls of her underground room. That and the occasional sound of her mother's crying as it slipped from her mouth. She hated hearing her mother like this, full of so much sadness. 'Breeder' is the label the pack bestowed onto her long before Sheik
