Her Slavery, His redemption

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elling her for some money is better than killing her, you might just end up dead somewhere, on a lonely afternoon and nobody would be able to save you" She finished. "Oh shut up Linda, I have heard everything you said, I am taking your advice, am I not? Don't bring all that scary shit into my innocent memory" Shayna replied hurriedly, "These fools, " I thought, "If I really commanded that kind of power I would kill all of them right here, including myself, or even before that, I would have my mother here with me right now. Who knows maybe that would have changed things, things would not be so difficult, maybe then, things would be as pleasant as a peaceful Saturday morning, maybe then, I would have known so much love, maybe then, my father would love me, maybe then, I would not always have to be a subject of ridicule, maybe then someone would have realized by now that I was missing and that they need to find me. No! Sammie, don't cry! You are not alone, you are special too, in your own way. I suddenly heard my wolf speak to me, and she finally came out of her hiding. She had been hiding a lot, and I want to know why, but maybe after I have passed through this ordeal I will find out why. She must have felt my emotions, she must have felt my cries and my hurt. No one loves me, absolutely no one, and I know no one will even realize that I am no more present in their midst. I replied back through our mind link. "We are here" I heard Linda announce, I wanted to look out at what she meant, but I could not lift my head up without giving away my pretense. It didn't take long before we were in a very noisy place, and a bad scent engulfed the place too, with lots of different paranormal beings, who have come there to brag about their wealth, their influence, and their power. I could feel the eyes of gamblers dancing around us as we made our way to God knows where, and I was feeling fear in my whole body. This is definitely not a clubhouse or a place to have fun, it is a place that was far beyond morals, a place where there were simply no rules, a place where only your money and your influence do the talking, a place far away from home. A door opened before us at the end of the hall, and after what seemed like an eternity of the guards checking for weapons or other things that are restricted inside the room, they let us in. I was thrown at one side of the room, without any care for where I landed, I could not keep my pain in any longer, I cussed, but they all didn't seem to mind me, Their attention was immediately taken away by the entrance of a very round man, as came out of one of the doors in the large room with a tobacco stick in his mouth. "Well, what do we have here? Who are