Aria's POV

"Get up bitch" I got kicked in the gut from my few hours of sleep. Since the day I understood life, I remembered being in this hell. I did not remember anything prior to it.

My past life or childhood was like a distant memory or more like a dream. all I remembered of that fateful night was tears, fire and shouts and cries. A fleeting voice telling me something.

Hopelessness is what i felt right now. 15yrs of my life have been in this hell hole, being beaten, raped, tortured and made to do anything and everything one could think of. I did not get a minute of solitude or peace. There was someone always watching me or doing something to me I hated but could not do much about it.

I will never forget the night when I lost my everything to him. I hated him with a vengeance. My blood boiled at the smell of him, but the small and frail girl I was I could not go against the beefy and hunk of muscle he was. I don't know his name nor where I was. I have been always guarded and followed around when doing chores or other things.

My day always started with June shouting at me with the very same words. I never got a good nights sleep ever. After 15hrs in the day of doing all the chores from kitchen to cleaning all the rooms in the so called pack house, I would be then escorted to HIS room at night to endure whatever he wanted to do with me. Sometimes he had other people do things to me as well. I had to endure it without making a sound, if I even made a little whimper I would not be given the meager amount of food I was being given "slice of bread and glass of milk" and starved for days with more work and torture to take for it.

"yes mam" I soon crawled out of my hole of a room in the attic with all the junk and unknown creatures inhabiting it. I had fear of spiders but I have nowhere else to rest my head after the tortures for the day. This was my life. I had become numb and used to everything. I just moved like a zombie. I was not allowed outside and hence did not know whether it was day or night or what day or what year. My life was pathetic. I tried to end it many times but only to be caught and punished in ways I cannot mention or explain. A shudder ran through my body thinking about it.

"Make the breakfast quick. you know your chores, so get on with it or do you need reminding"

I need not to be told twice, I was up and about in the kitchen immediately. I started off to make food for the 600 odd people in this whatever they called this. I was done in an hour time and started with other chores of the day.

"hey there filth. come with me to my room", one of the members sneered at me. He was tall and I don;t know more as I was not allowed to lift my head. I followed him to his room.

"clean my bathroom. it must be pristine clean", he ordered. I waited outside pasting myself close to the wall to avoid him touching me. He then lay on his bed and was out like a light.

I quickly walked in and started with my job, trying to get it done as quickly and quietly as possible. There was a lot of scrub to clean and it was a mess. I was almost done, when suddenly I felt hands on my waist. I jumped in sudden shock and tried to pull my shirt down to cover myself as much as I can.

I had no new clothes, what I had did not help much in covering myself. I made do with what I had been thrown at me over the years.

"don't be scared kitty. we are just going to be fine.", he came closer to my huddling and shivering self in the bathroom. I hated his nickname for me. I wanted to shout and kick him but there was no energy left. I looked at him scared and pleading with my eyes to let me go.