Chapter 1 - The Whipping
*Snap* *Crack* the whip cracked against her back, again and again; but she refused to cry out. She knew that crying out would only make it worse. She was shackled to the floor of the small room she slept in, with silver shackles. They chained her up every night to keep her from running away. However, they weren't worried that she would speak of the atrocities made against her, since they cut her tongue down the center, and kept her from being able to verbally communicate.
Her body was covered in scars, from head to toe. Her white hair was pulled back violently as her attackers tried to see if a blood tear from her left eye would fall. They relished in seeing her cry, and ever since Luna Alice clawed her face open, her left eye cried tears of blood.
Luna Alice was jealous of this young female that was kept drugged and forced to be a scullery maid for the pack house. The female had no name that she could remember, except for Slave. That was what her tormentors called her, "Slave". This was all she knew. They beat her and whipped her every chance they got, but didn't allow her to see a doctor or to heal properly, so she bore the scars.
