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"Trapped" Chapter 1

"Never the same again.."

I came too in a haze taking in a frantic breath of fresh air. My big fennec ears were quick to pick up on the crackling of a fire near by. There was a gag in my muzzle, a cloth bag tied over my head, and my paws and legs were tightly bound in front of me. I was going no where, and calling for help, was impossible; I was trapped... The fresh scent of burning wood danced into my nose, along with a scent I wish I hadn't smelled. Direwolves... They've been coming here for years on boats using the locals for nefarious reasons too numerous and twisted to list. Fennecs seemed to be their favorite victims in this world. Even if one of us were lucky to survive an encounter with one of the beastly creatures or not thrown into slavery, they would rape both the males and females freely, and often. Since we couldn't interbreed, they had no reason to feel guilt or remorse over the possibility that any little fennec they abused was of relation to them. Yet, counting on their twisted ways, they would probably enjoy that too. We fennecs maybe masters of the night, but these wolves tend to be the masters of our death. Fennecs were a subspecies in their eyes, yet they knew not to completely decimate us if they dare still have playthings in the future.

I could smell my Sister's scent and my heart sank at the idea that she was here among the wolves somewhere captured as well; Maybe even worse... That's when when my memory started to come back too me. Dad and I were hunting while Mom stayed home with my Sister and little Brother. Dad was an expert hunter, and his stealth was uncanny; Something I was thankfully gifted at also. So when we happened across the beach where the direwolves set up camp, we did our best to be down wind and pass through the area quietly. "Not even another fennec could hear us;" I thought. I felt proud and relieved as Dad and I made it past the flicker of the fire on the beach, and it became dimmer and dimmer behind us.

When we were done with our hunt, Dad and I took our prizes of the evening back to the den. We froze as we could see the door to our den looked like it was clawed up and bashed open. The marks gouged at the hinges were alien to our parts, but the thought that the direwolves discovered the den crossed my mind and I panicked. I yelled out for my Mother, just to be nipped by my Dad that made me realize how stupid I was for giving away our position.

The two of us ducked down low in the brush and watched the spooky shredded entrance way to the den. I couldn't tell how long we were there for, but Dad finally said, "I'm going to scout around, your Sister may still be out here somewhere."

I nod not making a noise, and watch my Dad wonder behind a tree and seemingly disappear. I ended up sitting there for a while as I tried to control my breathing from turning into hyperventilation. I felt so alone, I had no idea what was going on. Where was everyone and why was it so quiet? That's when I noticed I smelled something foul coming from the den. My curiosity got the best of me despite how dangerous I knew it was. I walked up to the door and gawked in awe as I could see the fresh claw marks that were carved in to the wood; the divots themselves dwarf even the size of my own fingers in size. I gulp in fear as I enter into the darkness of our now creepy den's doorway.

I was snapped out of my gaze as a wall of stench hit my nose and could hear water running in the background. I could smell Mom and my little Brother in there somewhere, but I whimper as I don't hear any heart beats within the den. I decided to venture down the hole knowing each step may revile my worst fears and the unimaginable. As I reach the landing to our living room I try to hone in on the direction of the stench, and follow it...

I made my way to to my parent's room and see a thin vale of water covered the floor. I couldn't see around the bedroom that well because my eyes weren't used to the light yet. This was definitely the source of the stench thou, and Mom was here somewhere too! I ran to the bathroom and opened the door to find the tub overflowing with water and still running. Something was floating in the water just breaking the water's surface. Every fiber of my being told me not to look, yet I hovered closer and closer to peer into the water...

It was my little Brother, drowned and long gone. His glazed eyes were still open staring out of the water, his dilated pupils made me well aware, nobody was home. I ran out of the bathroom and made it out the doorway into my parent's room. Just then the pain hit me causing me to fold to my knees and throw up on the floor as I cried. It dawned on me moments later; "MOM!" I looked around the bedroom where my eyes had finally adjusted to the light of the darkest parts. I could finally see Mom hanging there from the ceiling's support beam.

I then realized the stench was that of my dead Mother, her head awkwardly tilted from the rest of her body. Blood stained her paws where I could see she cut herself, urine and filth stained her inner legs. She was long gone too. I shut my eyes trying to wake up from this nightmare! This, unreality! The running water mocks my efforts of self disillusionment thou. The sound of water doesn't go away, the dead scent of my Mother still fills my nostrils, and it does not let up. I sob into my paws as I realize nothing will ever be the same again.

The stench and running water completely numb my senses of that which is around me. That's probably the reason why I was taken off guard when I suddenly felt the cloth bag over my head and the room go dark. The moment I tried to move, the bag's coils twisted around my neck lifting me up some! I try to call for my Dad but no air can escape beyond my tightened throat. I struggle, I claw into the bag's tether and I try my best to pull it free desperate for air! Whoever had me was strong though; The more I struggle, the more my neck hurts. The more I desperately need air, the harder it is to do anything about it...

I feel the bag squeeze tighter as my arms go limp, I guess this is the end for me as well...

Or so I thought...