Dylan
It's been a month now since I sent Bella to that wretched place, a punishment well-deserved for all the evil she's done. I made sure she was treated like the filth she became, something less than a being, because that's exactly what she is.
I'd stayed away all this while, not because I didn't think of her, I did, far too often, but because I didn't trust myself. I didn't want my wolf surfacing and feeling pity for her fragile frame, not when she deserved none of it.
The reports I got were enough to keep me calm: she wasn't eating properly resulting to her being thin, weak, worst of all dirty and unkempt. Barely even looking alive. And yet, hearing it stirred something dangerous inside me, not compassion, no, but the desire to see it for myself. To watch her completely broken. Mayb
