The Last Prophecy Luna

Chapter 5: attic

When I get out of the bathroom, I'm still wondering why they behaved like animals, and I want to punish them for taking advantage of me.

Looking around his room in his robe since I refuse to wear that dress with shoes, I'm not surprised to discover the triplets are as spoiled as a pure breed poodle, with their Alaska king size bed and blue satin linens.

Walking into their recently restored gray with gold marble floors, I noticed many frames covered in sheets throughout his entire bedroom, which piqued my interest to look into them but went against it as I feared being caught.

I had to work a bit faster as I strolled to his gray-colored wardrobe and saw that he wore underwear rather than boxers, which made me smile with relief.

Placing them on, I'm confronted with a bra dilemma; I'm not a small cup, but a size 42 C; the good news is that his underwear fits; the bra is the problem for the time being, until I find my tools to make my own.

The entrance door is immediately next to the bathroom, I go over and close it with the lock, and as I look back to the bed that is right against the wall that houses the entrance door.

Taking another pair of his underpants, I seek for scissors. On the other side of his bed, there is a large black colored desk with the largest screen I've ever seen, and a gamers set.

When I notice some scissors, I stroll over to the desk and take them.

Placing the underwear, I use their scissors to cut a U-shaped hole in the crotch area, and all I can think about is cutting their balls for the groping actions of their genitals on my v****a.

I cut the entire, and the immediate result is a hole through which I can shove my head up. With a big smile, I now own genital underwear sports bra.

Putting my brain through the entire process, I feel safer than ever; it's a good thing the curtains are closed so I don't have an audience.

Going into his closet, I see a lot of luxury clothes; the first thing I look for is a belt, and after I locate one, I hunt for some of his pants.

I find one, but then I discover some basketball shorts that can be fastened from the inside when I open some of the drawers; wanting to bring more than one was simple if I could find or manufacture a bag.

Being impoverished has its advantages; I can make things easier by working smarter, not harder. Looking around, I don't locate a bag, but I do find a laundry basket, and after taking out the filthy ones, I begin to load it with his belongings, including but not limiting myself to his awesome set of computer, his bed sheets, with pillows.

Going back to the bathroom I see a lot of products that I take with me as the basket is both wide, and tall enough to be able to fit many things.

I return to begin placing the basketball shorts, I notice a shirt with a rock band on it; I take it to place it on, and see a biene which I put on.

Almost ready, I try to locate shoes, but all I can find are ones that are far too big for me. Returning to the heels he had gotten me, or whoever had purchased them for me, I swiftly begin to seek about for my next tool because I refuse to wear heels.

Walking to his desk, I take a metal ruler and begin working on the stupid heels. To begin, I flip down the insole paddings over the heel area, revealing the five metal fastener locations.

Using my ruler, I remove the mounting screws. The anchor nails must have adhered to the platforms of his shoes. After locating his beloved shoes, I remove the soft silicones from each one.

Stealing won't be enough, but it's a start. As I place them, I seek for any form of adhesive; on his desk, I discover scotch tape and begin to wrap it around the now-flat shoe.

Placing them on, I walk out of his room in comfort, to the laundry room, where I see that my clothes have been folded after being cleaned and dried; collecting them, I rush to the cleaning supplies.

Taking the cleaning goods and placing them on top of the basket, I realize I need to leave the pack home shortly.

Running out of the rooms, I hurry to the back door, through the tiny forest, away from the pack house, and to the small city near the orphanage.

In the middle, almost to the front, there is an abandoned house where I keep the majority of my stolen items; upon entering, I lock the door.

I'm not sure why, but I can tolerate the stench of wolfbane and perfume.

I've been using this for years, even did candles, amongst others, and I've grown fairly good at disguising it. After closing the floor door, I head up into the attic of this abandoned house.

My modest attic is loaded with various types of furniture, curtains, clothes, decorations, a small television, electronics, extensions that I connected to the next door house, amd much more.

If I ever had somebody over, they'd describe it as a cross between Gypsy and the most punk location they'd ever been to.

Moving on to the basket, I light the candles that have a combination of them both to keep my aroma covered, when I hear someone begin to speak alongside me, just where the shattered mosaico is.

As I got closer, I pulled out my black sunglasses, which will allow me to see through a little hole to the outside but they won’t be able to see me; with my dark skin, I can easily conceal from the people outside, and as I glance around, I saw numerous warriors racing around the city.

After a bit, I notice the trackers sniffing around, and one of the triplets approaches the tracker to question.

"Anything? She's obviously wearing Mason's perfume as well as her own by having to be wearing his clothes."

The tracker began to smell in my direction, and I kept looking because they couldn't see me. When one that one triplet looked at me, he sneered at me before asking aloud.

"Does anyone live there?"

A warrior responded instantly.

"No Alpha, it's been left to rote for years now, we can check if you want but we hardly believe she would be there."

As he spoke, I heard the basement door thud open.