Sinclair

Don’t shift, don’t shift, don’t shift. I think manically Ella needs you.

Listening to Ella recount her childhood always makes me furious, but this time is worse than all the others. I’ve suspected that Ella suffered terrible traumas for some time now, but before this night l’d been able to pacify my outrage with the hope that I’m wrong.

No longer.

As Ella speaks, I wonder how she could ever imagine herself weak. I can’t even stand to listen to her story, but she actually lived it. She sacrificed herself for her sister, and she survived things I can only imagine

“When the matron realized it was me, she smiled so cruelly that my stomach turned-she was only too glad to take, me instead of Cora.” Ella continues, shuddering with the memory. Her unease gives my wolf the push he needed to put aside his own rage and comfort her. I finally manage a weak purr, and Ella presses her nose to my chest, breathing in my scent.

“She took me to her own room and put me in her bed, and then she got in with me and.. started touching me in ways I didn’t like or understand.

She made me touch her too, and she never stopped talking She told me how pretty I was over and over, and kept asking me if I liked it. I said no, but she just insisted that this was a special, secret game I was lucky to play. She said everything I was feeling might be confusing, but it was good and right and natural. She said it took practice, but that we’d have plenty of time.. Afterwards she took me back to the dorm with a reminder not to share our secret. Cora asked me what happened but I didn’t know how to explain.”

was about my body, the doctor was

me that he needed to examine

“He took off my clothes and put me on the exam table. and then I’ll never forget the way he said, ‘now it’s very important that

I have these nifty straps to help you. He pulled out restraints from under the

if I didn’t speak he would start guessing more and more abuses, always demonstrating them on my body. They were far worse than anything she’d done.. So I answered. I told him how to hurt me.” Ella is interrupted by my ferocious snarl, and she looks up at me for the first time since she started speaking. Her eyes are overflowing, but she offers me a bitter smile and reaches up to stroke my jaw. “It’s okay, big bad wolf,

but I knew how it made me feel: guilty, tainted, defiled.. I never wanted it to happen again, but I was

my stomach, and I wish could go back in time and whisk Ella away from that

that only would have meant other children would be hurt, which is how I already know what Ella did. My brave, brilliant little mate would never stand by and let another child be abused… even

couldn’t be ruined more than I already was, and it was better than allowing someone else to be destroyed.” Ella shares, confirming my fears but also magnifying my despair by explaining her logic. “The matron came almost every night… and the doctor would call me in for check ups every few weeks. I hated those visits

r*ped me, and that’s when Cora and I ran away. I invited the other girls to run with us, but

so tightly on Ella I’m afraid I must be hurting

still crying, but her muscles have unwound now that her story is complete. There are tears in my own eyes, and I can only kiss and caress my sweet mate as I process

still there? The matron and the doctor?” I finally ask, my voice

tried to stay away through the first winter, but eventually the police found us squatting in an abandoned building and returned us to the orphanage. When we got back they had both been fired. Apparently a state inspection was run and the entire staff was booted out. The new regime wasn’t much better, so we

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