BELLA
It's been a week since I was thrown into this hell hole in nothing but my robe. Seven days of vile insults from the guards and humiliation, soaked in my urine and filth.
Brad's mom brought a pregnant pig to keep me company and constantly remind me of what I was. Contrary to her order, the guards fed me nasty, dry bread and water once a day. I feel my wolf getting weaker and myself losing weight.
The strong wall I had built to prevent Brad from mind linking me is getting weaker with each passing day and I fear I may pass out from hunger or the horrid smell; whichever comes first.
The pain of getting hurt and set-up by people I call family made me realise I have been a fool for too long. I had pitied myself and made excuses for people for treating me badly instead of focusing on
