Tattooed Luna by Mrs Smith

Penny POV Everything was going perfectly.

Everyone was dancing, laughing and just generally having a great time! I kept bouncing between sitting with Kris and Emmy and talking to the other lunas of our allies. If I wasn’t sitting with one of those groups, you could find me in the bathroom. Every five minutes I needed to pee. My boys were having a kick boxing match and I wasn’t sure who was winning.

Needing some fresh breath, I sat on a chair that was near the exit. Thad a guard open the door so a breeze was hitting me. Colt was feeling relieved so I hoped that meant he got the news he wanted. However, it was about time for

me to go home so his meeting needed to hurry up.

“Oh! Luna!” Someone in a Hulk costume ran up to me.

“What’s wrong?” I asked. They were looking around frantically.

“He rejected her! He-he just .... she is dying!” The person in the Hulk costume started tearing up as they looked behind them and into the hallway.

“Oh no! Show me where she is!” The Hulk ran out of the room before I could even stand up. Holding onto the rails, I looked for a guard but they were breaking up a fight. “Well, shit.” I muttered.

My swollen legs carried me out of the party and as I looked left and right, I

girl laying on her side in the fetal position. The sounds

Hulk yelled. I could feel the swelling so bad on my feet that they jiggled with each

I saw she was wearing an all black sheet but it was riding up on her legs. A black and blue bruise stuck out on her shin. “What..” Before I even asked her if she was okay, I had to see the rest of her legs. Getting down on my knees, my hands moved the sheet to see that the

sorry.” The girl was crying.

Before I could even look, a white cloth pressed against my nose. A sickening sweet burning smell ran up my nose

ball on her stomach. Do you really think tying her up was going to help?” My head was pounding. Angry voices were yelling so loud that I wished the darkness came back.

the same position that I

echoed so loud that I could barely handle it. My stomach was turning, threatening to empty the

a small girl

“No.” I groaned.

but I felt her remove the chains from my hands and then from my legs. “You can move now.” Expect, I didn’t move. Everything was too worn out. Instead, I just curled into a fetal position and

I walked forward, I noticed the blankets that Colt was acting so

hand over my stomach, my knees gave out and the tears

Eliana Penelope were laying across their chest. “My babies?” Picking them

sweetest voice I

was walking towards me, ever so lightly. As if she was gliding, she