Page 1 of Scarred Savages
Prologue
The nightmare is always the same.
I wake up, heart racing, screams cutting through the night. It’s my parents.
Their terrified voices creep down the hallway to my room.
Mom? Dad?
I thrash against the bed, but ropes bite into my wrists.
I can’t move. Panic seizes me.
“Mom!” The word tears out of my throat.
Then something cold brushes against my cheek. I squint in the darkness, making out the hulking figure standing over me.
“Shhh,” he whispers, tracing a finger along my lips. My stomach lurches, bile crawling up my throat.
My wrists burn as I fight against the bindings. “Let me go!” I shout, twisting until my skin is raw.
The man chuckles, a sound that freezes my blood. “Can’t do that, kitty cat.” His gravelly voice sends fresh waves of terror crashing over me. “Don’t worry. We’ll have our fun soon.”
My parents scream again, and then there is a crushing silence as if they were struck down mid-scream.
“Mom? Dad?” I yell, my voice fracturing.
The oppressive quiet makes me thrash harder. “Where are they?”
“Busy,” he replies, his smile glinting in the faint light. “Just like we’re going to be.”
“Let them go, please,” I plead, tears spilling down my cheeks.
He leans closer, the smell of leather and cigarettes invading my senses. “Sorry, girlie. Can’t do that either.”
His hand tangles in my silver hair, and I recoil, wishing I could shift and fight back. But I’m too young. My wolf hasn’t awakened yet. I’m stuck, human and vulnerable.
“Touch me again, and I’ll—” I start, but he cuts me off with a laugh.
“Or you’ll what?” His breath is hot on my face. “You’re just a helpless little kitty cat.”
His hand slides down, pinching my breasts, and I kick out, trying to escape.
“Get away from me!” I squirm, uselessly.
Rough hands seize me, and I feel the ropes tighten around my ankles, anchoring me to the bed.
“Feisty. I like that,” he says. “Maybe there’s time for a little fun.” His hand trails down my nightgown.
Another shadow appears at my doorway. “We gotta go, Skid,” he tells the bastard with his hands all over me.
“I want to fuck this one,” he tells him.
“She’s still a kid, Skid,” the newcomer protests.
“Those tits tell me she’s old enough.” Skid’s eyes travel down my body. “Imagine how tight she must be.”
“There’s no time,” the other man insists as the fire alarm blares.
