Take Me Home (Layla's Story)

Chapter 1: The Present Day

Layla
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All my life I've only known the feeling of isolation, pain, torture and abuse. I've only seen one little room with no window and only a mattress for furniture. And I've only ever seen one other being. Tye.
Though I wish I never have. I know torture and abuse because of Tye.
Because HE is my abuser.
I sit on my mattress, looking to the ground, when Tye storms in my room, smirking. His hands are clenched into fists.
"Stay away from me," I say. "Just leave me alone!"
"Are you denying me, Layla?" Tye asks in a low voice.
"Of course I am! You're horrible!"
Tye then becomes even angrier and grabs hold of my arms, pinning them onto the mattress. "NEVER, say no to me, Layla!" He then loosens his belt from his trousers, and starts lashing at me with it. He's done that for as long as I can remember. It's left bruise after bruise on my fur. I used to have soft, beautiful, red fur. Now bruises, cuts and wounds have replaced it. The only part of my figure that remains red is my face, my feet and my spines, which acts as my hair.
I try and struggle free from his grasp, but he only grips tighter on my arms, trying to keep me pinned to the mattress.
"Get OFF of me!" I shout, and kick him again.
And he does, but he walks towards the door. "And when I come back, I expect you to respect me!"
He slams the door, and locks it shut. I bury my face into the pillow on my mattress and sob my heart out.
Why must my life be this way? Filled with the torture I have to put up with?
I just want to be free.
Please... if anyone can hear me out there...
I want to get my freedom back!
Please... help me!