Violet's POV
I groaned as I fell to the ground, my back coming in contact with the wall just behind. An intense jolt of pain shot up my legs and I winced, mentally tracing the pain to my feet which were twisted backward. That was sure to hurt later. A sneer just a few inches from my face had me flinching, as I pressed my eyes shut.
"Did that hurt, Violet?" The stench of stale alcohol hit my nose as I fought the urge to barf. His voice was cold, with a hint of mischief lining it. " Tell me."
"Ohhh." One of them guffawed. They were four and I could tell one of them was laughing. " She even did the laundry. Isn't that neat?"
"So neat. They're literally sparkling." My eyes were still closed but I could recognize them by their voices. This was Dave and the first two that had spoken were Blake and Carl respectfully. " How about we change that?"
"No!" My eyes flew open as I jerked up. My eyes bulged, following the item in their grasp. It was my basket, my laundry basket. " Please don't, it took me forever to.."
"Oops." The last one, Jeff, smirked as he hit the basket, its content tumbling over. In one swift motion, I watched as the sole of his dusty boot hit the clothes. Another round of jeers and laughs filled the air as the other boys joined in, each one making their mark on the clothes below.
"Please," I begged as they continued their assault. A gasp slid past my lips as a sting spread through my arm. It was Carl. Amidst all the madness, he'd picked one of the clothes and slashed me with it.
"Lowlife!" He spat as he continued with his assault. My body felt on fire as each one of them took turns, hurling the meanest and cruelest curses ever known to mankind. "Rot in hell."
It took a while before I could feel my body after the guys had left. I waited a while as my vision cleared, the once-black spots slowly clearing up into reality. My limbs shook as I slowly picked myself up. It took a while, but eventually I finished rewashing the clothes and hung them back in their respective spots. I signed as I glanced at the many scars staining my body. They glowed a deadly red and I knew it was only a matter of time before they would begin to hurt as hell. I was skinny to the bones and it made situations like this much worse. It didn't even help that I had an endless amount of work to do every day and it was ironic because of who I really was.
I was the daughter of the Scarlett pack Beta, but after that awful incident, everything turned around for the worse. The reason I was scorned and treated like a bug in the park was because I was a sinner. My father had betrayed the pack, and Luna lost her life trying to save me. So as punishment, I was forced to be a slave to literally everyone in the pack until I could transform and that was how I'd spent the last eight years of my life. Suffering and torture, through and through.
I felt a tiny ray of hope as I scanned my immediate surroundings. After what seemed like forever, I'd finally finished all my chores for the day. The tiny ray of hope was short though as a certain image popped into my head; my destination. After a strenuous day of work, I was required to retire to my cell which was far from liveable conditions. My heart broke into a million pieces at the thought of my memories there. It was pure agony and…
The rest of my monologue died in my throat as I bumped into a rock-hard wall. As if my pulsing ankle wasn't enough, another jolt of pain shot through my head.