Just a short one-shot, but it's one in the morning and even with an exam in the morning I still can't get to sleep so inspiration in times of stress. I've always loved imprinting but I wanted to do something a little different than the usual; "Oh I love you, imprinting is the best thing ever" that I love to read and write.
Thick arms wrapped around me from behind as I stared out the kitchen window into the dense forest I desired to become entangled within. Up to my elbows in soap suds I had no means of escape to leave the room and enter the thick, bewitching foliage. Ignoring the main fact that even should I have the opportunity to run; to travel, to see, to experience, to feel – I never will.
You see I'm an imprint. I'm the first, the original, the sovereign. I am to be forever the mother, the perfect embodiment of a maternal being. I am only ever to be his. I am a wife, a mother, never to be a woman by my own right; to be Mum, Mrs. Uley, Sam's Wife, Pack Mother. It is expected of me to want nothing more than this: to bear children, to cook and clean, to support and love the man who mauled me, forever damning me to a life by his side.
Sam Uley ruined everything. I had the world at my finger tips, money in my pocket, my best friend by my side and a plan to never plan for the future but simply to experience. He took my best friend, my beauty and my freedom. He tied me down and that was that.
I know he loves me but that's the clincher. I barely even care any more. His touch, which used to bother me now makes my skin crawl. Any other man, I'd have left. Told him flat. Not Sam though. Not since the imprint. It has me captive within my own body. To struggle and cringe may be what every pore in my body screams to do, but I am wrestled into submission. The ancient voodoo making me a prisoner to my own life. His arms the steel barriers, so strong and thick they will never feel me straining to escape. My screams coming out as giggles, my tears drying into sparkles in my eyes as I look at him, my words never coming out as I want them too.
I am no longer Emily Young. I am merely a puppet in this whole farce of a family. I've lost everything I ever wanted, and I shall never be free.