The minute I walk into the house, I close the door behind me, left alone to wallow in my pain. When I'm certain there is no one inside with me... I let go.

"Ahh!" I scream out the pain that agonizes my body in ways I can't comprehend. My body collapses onto the floor feeling the fatigue enveloping me. Is this what misery truly feels, to be subjugated for someone else's pleasure, mocked for everyone to have their teeth sinked in.

I am nothing more than a pawn in some elaborate scheme. Because what sane being would allow another to suffer at their hands?

A bloody Lycan.

My throat constricts itself as I finish the last of my screams. I walk up the stairs of my prison, when I look behind me, a trail of blood oozes between my legs and stains the boards. Opening the door and locking behind me so no one can disturb my peace, just one moment of peace, I deserve that much. I don't give a second thought to clean up my mess. It's his to deal with if he so pleases.

Once I reach the bedroom, a bathtub filled with steamed water waits for me to wash away the violence on my body. I take the water and scrub away every memory I have of this night. I continue to scrub 'til there is no blood left in sight. But I can't stop, every inch of my skin is still marked by his hands, by his war.

There is no amount of water and oils that can clean a damned soul. My heart no longer felt as if it were alive: there's still a beat but I don't recognize it. Is it because I now desire death for I know this life will surely bring me a continuous misery?

I take a moment to simply lay in the water and stare in the abyss to listen to my own thoughts. They rampage with the images before me, I cant get rid of them. It's so hard to close my eyes now, every time I do I see his eyes staring me down with a cold look. I've never felt so alone in my life before he came.

I think to myself, if he wasn't my mate would he be worse? Have I yet to see the true validity of his callousness? Is there no end to his tyranny?

All I know is, he's going to kill me and I can't stop him. The only thing I ask of him, can he kill me softly? Let me die an honorable death. A death that can be meaningless to everyone else but me. An honorable death, what would his weapon of choice be? A knife? Rope? Poison? Or his hands?

I sink deep into the water staring up towards the ceiling. The soft glow of the candles illuminate the room. Shadows forming into odd shapes that morphs into a figure. A figure then becomes a body of a woman. Her face than becomes apparent with the shadows of the candles. She looks down on me as she watched on with my attempt to drown. A single tear falls from her eye, it drops down to me creating a ripple. All of a sudden, I'm no longer in the bath.

I'm naked as the day I was born in the middle of the wildness deep in the trenches of snow. Except, I can feel everything. My sense heightened like never before, eyes, scent, hearing, mind, and body. Every single movement is acknowledge by my senses.

I can hear the animals scurrying about, the trees moving from their roots, the earth shaking the ground without moving, water  clumped together together to form snow, and the leaves falling form their places.

A howl erupts through the forest and I'm faced with a pure with wolf with cerulean eyes. I feel as though I've known it my whole life yet I have no clue who this wolf is.

The animal walks forward, sits down before me. I make the same actions where I'm leveled with the white wolf. I reach out to pet the animal and it stings, the touch of ice has kissed its fur. Then a low growl warning the intruder to stand back. I turn around an it's a large black wolf. It feels like a god, nothing like a werewolf or Lycan. It growls at me, menacingly, I can feel the hatred seeping from its pores. With demonic red eyes, it begins to run forward while the white wolf charges forward.

"Wait, don't do it! It'll kill you!" I'm trapped from my spot, my feet frozen in place and I can't do nothing to stop the carnage between the white and black wolves.  Before they could sink their teeth in each other, I'm shaken from my drowned slumber with arms gripping my shoulders to awake.

"Winter, wake up! Breathe!" I gasp for air that I wish I didn't inhale. It hurts my lungs, water comes out from my nose and mouth when I realize I was almost dying.

"What the hell were you doing Winter!?" Before I could even answer, Midas lifts me from the bathtub and takes me to the bed sitting me straight up to let the water come out from my mouth. While I take long lungfuls of air, he wraps a large dry cloth around my wet body.

"How reckless of you to fall asleep in the bathtub!" He scolds me as if I were a child. It's laughable at this point. Treating me like a child as if I'm the naughty one.

"Who s-said I was t-trying to s-sleep?" I suppose between coughs. The heaviness of my words hit Midas in the face and I can't help but smile. It's as if he is barley realizing his own consequences. That I don't want to be here, especially with him.

He stands up and I flinch when he lifts his hands towards me. I can't help the reaction, many times those hands connect with my jaws. Who am I to not question his actions, he hasn't proven me he's capable of any control.

He drops his hands and walks away.

I wait awhile for him to return but as time passed. I realized he wasn't coming back. I don't bother to put on any clothes, jumping into a bed that's not mine. I lay my body to drift into the dream world where anything but here would be better. Except, I can't help but wonder who those two wolves are. I admit, I've never transformed into my wolf. I can feel her presence, I know she's there but she's never come out no matter how much I've encouraged her. Could it be this wolf from my death dream be her?

Then, who was the black wolf with demonic red eyes? They reminded me of Midas's Lycan but it couldn't be. The wolf was on all fours, and it felt much more powerful, angrier, such malice intent radiating from its body. It stared at me as if it wanted to rip me apart. Could it be an omen? Is the women from the shadows warning me? What could it all mean? I simply don't know anymore and I don't know if I want to find out.