Bleeding pen

Ever since I got into this pack, I was always treated like the slave I am despite being adopted by Luna when I was little. I had no memories of my full life and all I could remember was 10 years ago when I stumbled upon this very pack house, looking pale and hungry as I entered into one of the rooms which happened to be the Luna's chamber. I raided it in search of food to eat and even I finally saw food that was perhaps kept for the Luna to eat, I began to eat the cooked rice with my dirty hands. Yes, I looked very dirty and smelling. It was stealing, though, because I was in a strange place, taking what wasn't mine and ever since then, they took me in but I realised the alpha and his luna were not merciful to the core. I could remember the day Chloe had a bad day at school, the moment she came back, she vented it on me. Splashing water to the floor and accusing me of doing so, saying to her parents I intentionally wanted her to fall and injure herself. This wasn't the first time she tried to do things to get me punished. It was so obvious she devives joy seeing me in pain. No matter how hard I tried to prove my innocence, I still got punished, flogged and even locked up in a room without food and water for days that I wished for death but didn't come. I couldn't even cry out my pain because I had no energy in me. Where should I get the energy to cry when I have been starving for days in a locked room? I was just pale, not blinking my eyes, with weak legs and a weak body as I laid on the bare floor of the room, folding myself, my body unmoving. In fact, I was half dead. Only my eyes were open but they were slowly dying