Dreary Days.

Blaire White  It's been a month since the Beta meted out our punishments, and I'd like to say that it's been hell, as every day was bloody exhausting. I got up every day by 3 a.m. and worked my ass nonstop till 10 p.m. for the past weeks, and trust me, it was horrible because each night that I retired to the small, dingy room I called "home" for the meantime, I could hear my bones creaking and cracking in protest as exhaustion hit me like a ton of bricks. My feet would ache from the hours of standing and running around they had been doing, and my mind felt like it had been through a marathon from the different orders I was given daily. All I wanted to do was remain in this tiny room forever, but that was impossible as my freedom didn't belong to me again. I don't know how long I will be stuck here, but I know it will be a long time because the pack tightened their security after I managed to enter without them finding me out. Eliza worked me to the fucking bone. She had been all over m