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Old Prey - Chapter Four: Insanity

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“Get away from me!”

I don’t take my eyes off of him, glaring. I won’t hesitate to bite this bastard for what he revealed he’d do.

“Soleda, please! I need to do whatever I can to protect you! How can I do that if some other male-”

“I’m not letting you hurt him!”

“I wasn’t going to; a warning might work. If that doesn’t work, then—”

My body takes control of my mind. The next thing I know I’m sprinting out of the room, the door to freedom only a few feet away. His frantic yelling and footsteps make the fur on my neck rise.

I need to get out of here. I need to get out of —

The door is littered with locks.

“I did this to shield you from the horrors of the outside world,” I hear him behind me. “I lost you once, I’m not losing you again.”

“Open the door.”

“Soleda…”

“Open it!”

“No.”

I frantically fiddle with locks. Pulling them with all the strength I had. I am not a full-sized bear, but there’s a twinge of irrational hope that I’ll break the locks.

“Soleda, stop it! You’re going to hurt yourself,” he grabs my wrists, but I immediately snatch them away from his hold.

“Get away!” I step away, my heart feeling like it’ll jump out from my chest.

“Soleda…”

“I said get away!”

I close my eyes and senselessly throw my arm at him. A sound of pain. Then silence. I open my eyes, seeing a small splatter of blood on my paw.

I scratched him.

I provoked a giant, delusional lion.

My body shakes like a leaf in the wind. I lock my eyes on the ground. He hasn’t yelled or grabbed me. Yet the silence and his swift breathing make it feel like I’m running out of air.

He lets a frustrated sigh, standing up. He towers over me.

“I’m going to give a moment to yourself.”

I watch as he walks into his room, his head low. The feeling of fear leaves my body, and guilt returns. He doesn’t look like he’s trying to hurt me. He’s trying to calm me down. Be helpful.

I’m not going to believe that facade.

I ran to the room he kept me, going under the bed in a spot where he couldn’t reach. I hope I’m right.

I am angry at him. For what he said he’d do, for his lies, for his sick mindset. Does he see me as property? Is this how carnivores see small beasts? Possession?

My father was right.

I was never paranoid.

That’s how carnivores see herbivores. Food. A toy. Even if they aren’t herbivores. Anything weaker than them is just something to step on. Me. That’s how they see me. That’s how they all are.

Well… one dorky wolf might not count.

***

“Soleda?”

His soft call bolts me awake, the delectable smell of his cooking filling my nostrils. The door faintly opens, and he stands there.

“Under the bed? You aren’t a cub,” he chuckled, peeking under the bed. My ears automatically flatten.

“I know you’re hungry. Some food will make you feel better, hm? See this as an apology.”

I hold in a scoff. That’ll solve everything. Some toast will really bring up my mood about him kidnapping me. Unfortunately for him, I value my dignity over hunger.

My body doesn’t seem to agree. I need to eat any chance I get. Besides, I lost my dignity ever since I was born into this miniature body.

I crawl out and onto the bed, taking a bite. He’s still there, just watching me.

“Go away,” I glare up at him, trying not to tread my eyes at the small band-aid he placed on the scar I caused.

“I insist. I don’t want you to be alone.”

“I don’t want to be in the same room with someone who wants to hurt someone I care about!” I spat, tears welling up in my eyes. I don’t know what I would do if something happened to Duko.

“Like I said, I don’t want to hurt him, but I need to protect you.”

“I don’t need you to protect me. I don’t want to be with you. I am not Soleda!”

I don’t like being mean. I don’t like saying mean things. To anyone. Yet all this built-up anger just came out here. It makes me forget where I am. How much my words affected them.

And what the person I’m hurting is capable of.

He looks at me wide-eyed, like fear but filled with sadness.

“I was with you for three years. Three short wonderful years. Then you just left with barely any explanation. Why did this happen? What happened to you? What did this?”

“Mr. Santifelon, I’m not—”

“Why did this happen to you?!”

I flinched, my mind screaming to move away. But I can’t. My body freezes. He is unstable. I have no way of calming him down. Give up and lie that I’m his beloved? Then he’d never let go of me.

Yet I remember.

“When your life is on the line, you have nothing to lose,” my father told me. “Submit. Do whatever they want. Act like an angel until you escape the nightmare.”

Arguing with him is not going to get me anywhere. I’m only going to get myself killed rather than convince him to set me free.

Besides, fear is beginning to take hold of me.

“I-I’m sorry,” I manage to squeak out, trying to sound genuinely apologetic. “I didn’t mean…”

“Oh, shh,” his gentle demeanor returns. “You need to regain your memories. I will stay with you to help.”

I don’t respond. I don’t have any ‘memories’ to regain. I don’t have any with him. The more I’m with him, the more scared and hopeless I get.

“Unfortunately, I must go. I need to research.”

Thank God.

“The door will be locked.”

What?

“No! Why?! Don’t you need to… uh… regain my memories? How is keeping me locked in a room going to help?!”

“I have to make sure you don’t leave,” he says calmly.

“I won’t, I promise! Please.”

Ever since I was a cub, I would stay in my room for hours, entertaining myself with my toys and imagination. But once I know that I can’t leave the room, the walls seem to close in to crush me.

The feeling never left, and I’ve done everything I can to escape it. it’s one of my thousands of fears that came back to haunt me.

He looks into my eyes and then lets out a sigh. “Fine. But if you leave this room I’ll change my mind.”

“Thank you. Thank you so much!”

He looks at me with confusion, then with deep pity.

“Heavens… whoever brainwashed you made you as courageous as a mouse.”

***

Claws dig deep into my neck, holding me in place. I can’t scream for help or cry out in pain. I can’t move. I can’t save myself. I can’t escape.

Rows of sharp teeth cloud my vision. I anticipate when they close. For me to be devoured alive. Consumed by a sick beast. This fate was always to come ever since I was born. But I never thought so soon.

Knock, knock.

I bolt awake, my body covered in sweat. My heart feels like it’s going to burst out of my chest. My breathing is rapid. It felt so real. Was it real?

“Soleda?~” I hear his gentle call, the soft creaking of the door sends shivers down my spine.

I drape the sheets over my whole body, I hold my breath and close my eyes. My dream has to mean something. They don’t always do, but it has come true several times. I’m not taking a chance.

“I know you’re under the sheets,” he coos, a soft whimper escaping from me when I hear him walk close. “Please come out.”

I don’t respond, keeping my eyes shut. I pray that everything that happened isn’t real. He never got obsessed with me and kidnapped me. I never even talked to him. I’m still sleeping through a horrifying nightmare on Friday night.

I pray that I convince myself of this lie.

He removes the sheets, revealing my shivering body. I stare at him with wide eyes. He sets down the food he’s brought in front of me. It was carrot stew with a mango on the side.

My guard goes slightly down at the sight of food. I don’t know how long I’ve slept, but it has made my hunger rise.

“I’m sorry for being so hard on you,” I eat a spoonful of the stew, not looking or acknowledging him. “I just want you safe.”

I don’t respond and focus on eating. He ruined my life. He doesn’t deserve to be acknowledged.

“You should be getting ready for bed now, it’s almost ten.”

Ten? The lack of windows in this room has made the time go slow. I don’t know if he put me in here for that exact reason.

“There are clothes in the wardrobe. Good night, my beloved.”

Then he’s gone. Leaving me alone with dinner and clothes. Just like that. He’ll be going to sleep.

I have a chance to set myself free.

I can’t sit here helpless. I can’t stay here forever. I would never go to college, and never see my father or Duko again. I’ll grow big in here; it’ll give me a chance to defend myself but that’ll be years from now.

I won’t grow big outside, being able to finally explore the big scary world. I’ll finally feel safe. I’ll finally lose my anxiety. I’ll be free.

I need to escape tonight.

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I yearn for a tall tall yan, lurking above me at all times <3

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The 3 important B’s

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Whumpee lives in a world where cruel beasts have taken everything they loved, devoting their life to kill every last one of the species.

One night they get caught in a snowstorm, on the brink of suffocating under the snow. They wake up in a warm, soothing cabin in bed, all of their wounds patched up. The one that saved them is one of the beasts whumpee swore to kill.

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When I've FINALLY finish outlining my plot & my Writing Brain comes up with one more fucking idea.

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Lizzy and Sebastian fight in Sphere music hall ( Real not a clickbait )

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Someone please reblog I’m suffering

Reblog to give the person you reblogged from the ability to finish their WIPs

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Anthropomorphic worlds are just so fascinating. Each individual has a unique ability and conflict that they have. Some lion can accidentally rip off a gazelle’s arm just by playing. Or cows in abusive work environments. So many possibilities squee

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The truth is so horrifying

WHY CAN'T I JUST THINK IT INTO EXISTENCE

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Hiraeth - Part One: Anamolous

This is something I wrote for fun. It hasn't been proofread or edited in any form. I don't like how it's written, but I need to train myself to be softer on my pieces. Enjoy!

Dark, cold, cramped...

The cage wasn't comfortable, but it has become a comfort for Caspian. When opened, the noises were loud, the lights were bright, and Master was never nice when he came to visit.

Humans weren't so welcoming to his kind.

His species hasn't fought or terrorized humanity in decades; roles were switched. Now they were rare, exotic pets humans showed off to their guests. He was about to become a pet to be looked at. His cage moved at every bump the carriage went over. It was a nuisance, but he didn't want it to stop. Humans who had a large amount of money to pay for him were never good-hearted.

He curled tighter into his ball, trying to get the thin, small blanket to cover his body. He closed his eyes, dreaming of a reality not ruled by humanity.

***

His ears stung at the loud, incoherent yelling of Salesman; Caspian will never understand why humans punch doors to open them. The cage constantly shuffled and slid. Was humans so weak they couldn't hold his cage containing his average form?

He heard the slow creaking of the door, and locks being unlocked. 

"Oh, it's here," his new master didn't have a rough, cruel tone. It was soft but had a hint of disappointment. 

"It'll be hard to train it. This one's pretty obedient but rarely shows his teeth."

"Pesikos doesn't need to buy creatures to become guard dogs!" he felt his cage be roughly handed, praying the blanket over the cage doesn't get taken off.

Salesman huffs, the sound of hooves carrying off. A door closes and his cage moves as the handler walks. He's set down on a hard surface.

He's inside his new master's home.

He scoots towards a corner of his cage, shaking with fright. What will Master use him for? By the anger in their tone responding to Salesman's remark, he's definitely not going to be put into any sick beast fighting rings. Will he be a pet? Is Master nice to pets, or will he be something he can use to let out his anger after a long day?

A key is inserted into the lock, the door creaking open. The light from the outside world makes his eyes sting, his body curls up as if his life depended on it. Maybe it did.

What will his purpose be in Master's house? Will he ever escape this place? Will he ever escape his cruel existence?

"The poor thing's so afraid. I've never seen a dratleon this skittish..."

A kind human voice, one that belonged to humans who were nice to his kind.

A female's voice.

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I need to stop being so strict on myself with my writing. I should let myself post writing that I haven’t proofread. Because writing is supposed to be fun, not something that needs to be perfect all the time. I just wish it was something my mind automatically reminded itself.

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Reblog the writers’ fortune cookie for luck!

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Thanks whumpers for being so creative. <3

Me: So how do I torture my OC?

The whole ass community: *gives me a list of heinous ways to hurt my OCs like a shopping list*

Love this community ❤️

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Live footage of me realizing my outline won’t write itself

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*actual footage of me writing my next chapter*

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It's so difficult figuring out a whump scenario to daydream about before going to bed.