The savage wolves dragged me mercilessly. I lost the will to struggle, so I allowed them. The tightness of their grip on my skin drew blood.
The more I bled the weaker I got. At some point, a large door opened leading us into the cold outdoors.
“Where are you taking me?” I shouted. No one answered, they just kept pushing and pushing me like a floor rag.
I could feel the bite of cold air on my skin, I could hear the sound of silence. It felt like no one was around except us.
“Stay here,” they said as I heard the sound of their retreating footsteps. “Why am I here? Get me out of here,” I shouted but the sound of silence greeted me. I was alone, frightened, cold. I coiled my hands into a fist so tight my fingernails dug into my skin.
I curled my hands around my knees drawing it to my c
