Lost Scent

Elena's POV

Guilt – it can be depressing and worse when you are alone reminiscing on your actions. Actions you had a choice to avoid but didn't. I was tired, so tired, looking through the tiny spaces of the cage he had imprisoned me in, I wondered if he was ever coming back. 

I had been used so many times, too many times and now more than ever I didn't mind being used by this one being– Michael. 

There was this overwhelming pain in my heart as I stared through the tiny opening in the rocky cave. I wondered where I was, it was so quiet. 

Would I be there forever? Would he forget about me? 

This was my punishment, he had made me his slave. Locked away in a cage, to be free when needed and locked afterwards but I feared even this was too minor, the rage I saw burning in his eyes only showed there was more to come and I waited not minding whatever it was for I deserved it.