One; Hell
PAIGE
“Wake up!! You piece of dirt," I heard someone bawl, as I felt my body drenched with cold water.
I quickly stood up to face the intruder, it was none other than Raymond, the greatest torn in my flesh. Raymond and his cohorts took it upon themselves to bully me any chance they got.
They derived pleasure from hurting me, sometimes, they used me as their plaything, and other times they beat me up. Sometimes they made my life a living hell by destroying every work I did that day, making the owners of the works yell at me, but I couldn't report to anyone, as no one was willing to help a murderous rogue wolf like me.
The only woman that was by my side, who I called mum, left me, saying she had raised me up to age ten and that I was old enough to take care of myself. I didn't know why the one I called mum would abandon me to create another family. Am I cursed or something?
Growing up wasn't fun, no kids wanted to play or associate with me, I was always shoved away or sometimes bricks were thrown at me and each time they did, they would shout out these words; “murderer! Murder!!!” to me each time I came close to them.
I grew up a naive girl with no memories of her past, but I was constantly reminded that my name is Paige Calvin the murderer.
At first, I was confused as to why the title: "Murderer” was attached to my name, but I wasn't given an answer to my questions until Raymond and his friends decided to pick on me and that was how I knew that I had killed my family in cold blood and this was my punishment for killing them.
When I heard about it, I screamed and cried my eyes out, starving myself for almost two weeks, until I was found half dead in my little hut that was given to me.
I tried in vain to remember how and why I killed the people who brought me into this world. Each time I tried to force it, I would blackout from the terrible pains in my head that arose from it.
‘It's best if you don't find out what killed your parents,’ a voice would always whisper to me each time I woke up from any of my blackouts.
The more the voice whispers to me, the more I want to find out and vindicate myself. I know I'm not capable of killing, I could not even kill the reptiles that would creep into my room, especially snakes. So why all these accusations against me?
“Hey, you coward,” a slap resounded on my face, tilting my head in the opposite direction of the slap, “how dare you black out on me, you lowlife? Do you think I'm a joke?” Clara asked and I shook my head, my face itching as a result of the slap.
“I'm sorry,” I apologized to her, “I was lost there for a moment.”
“You are sorry, you were lost? What insulate haggard d**k bones do we have for a slave?” She shrieked, striking me again on the other side of my face. “Do you know how it feels to wake up in the morning and find out that none of the chores have been done? I woke up to sand under my feet. You know how much that irritates me and you chose to do it. Isn't your punishment enough?” she yelled at me.
“I'm sorry, I will get into it right away, when I'm done changing, I will make sure I finish it before you even know it. Please, I don't want to be punished please.” I fell on my knees begging them like my life depended on it.
I know what it meant to be punished by this duo, it wasn't something I was looking forward to any time, at all. Their punishments were worse than this place I'm living in, which has a leaking roof that soaked the little clothes I have and the bed I sleep on whenever it rains.
Clara stood still staring at me in silence, her eyes were all over me like she was stripping me with her gaze. I turned to Raymond, and it was no different.
His eyes were filled with lust as they ran through me, it felt like something was on me for them to look at me that way. I slowly turned my gaze downwards and gasped at what got their attention.
The white gown I wore to sleep was wet and my b.reast was visible. I quickly covered my b.reast with my hands, which made Raymond groan either in frustration or anger.
“I didn't know the scumbag was well gifted with something good,” Raymond said, licking his lips.
“Shut up Raymond!" Clara scolded, “I just found the perfect punishment for Paige," a grin was seen on her face when she turned to face me, “Don't worry love, you will love it.”
I knew I wasn't going to love it, I already hated the idea playing in her head. Anytime she calls me love when she thinks of any punishment, it was always bad, nothing good ever came out of it.
Before I could get on my knees to ask for forgiveness, she had already snapped her fingers for her minions, they were fast to her bidding.
“Drag this dirt around the pack and make sure you scream murderer along when dragging her around. Her perfect figure will be tamed and nothing good will come out of it" she laughed out loud.
“Please… Carla, please… anything but that, please… please… let me get dressed properly and then you can drag me out, but please not in my current state please.” I pleaded with her.
“No fun in that if you are well clothed, get her out of here,” she yelled.
I was dragged out like a criminal caught stealing or about committing a crime. No one seemed to care about me as I was dragged out in that state, no one came to clothe me or ask them to stop, instead, people were pointing and laughing at me.
The screams of “murderer” echoed as her puppets dragged me along. My eyes were filled with tears that couldn't stop dropping. How long will I keep on being humiliated like this? When will they let me go? For how long will they keep hating and treating me like an outcast? I prefer death to the state I'm currently in.
I could hear Raymond and Carla laughing behind me.
Deep in thoughts, I wish these two would slump and die. If only they were dead, no one would have any chance to bully me, because they would all be busy with their work to have time for an outcast like me. I wondered why they took it upon themselves to see that I was being punished, bullied, or beaten daily.
When we got to the entrance of the pack gate, she told them to abandon me there and that I would find my way home or I could escape and run into the woods where I would become prey for the rogue wolves or hunters or any kind.
“Just kill me!!!!!!” I roared in tears, “I would rather you kill me right now, instead of this. The humiliation, the pain, the abuse. Everything is fvcking too much for me to handle, so please end my life right now! Fvcking kill me!” I yelled at them and I felt a sharp pain in my lower abdomen. Carla smiled when she saw me in pain and she gave me another kick that was more painful than the first one and I winced in pain.
“Don't you think I would have done that if it was in my power? It wouldn't be fun for us anymore if you died so quickly. You had better hurry home, you have five minutes to go carry out your duties, or what I have installed for you next will be worse than death.” She giggled, and I couldn't help but laugh out loud.
What could be worse than the hell I'm already living in? What could be more painful than being humiliated and watching my dignity go down the drain?
“Nothing could hurt me more than what you have already done, so go ahead, hit me with everything you got,” I said, glaring at them.
“You b***h!!!! You will finally get your wish today,” Carla yelled, and I smiled at the thought of finally getting my death wish.
I closed my eyes to welcome their battering or whatever they were planning to do to me when suddenly I heard an ordering voice from someone.
“ENOUGH!!!” I slowly opened my eyes to find the alpha son holding firmly the hand of Carla. I was surprised anyone would intervene for me, let alone the alpha's son, Orion.
Orion Butler isn't the regular tyrant's alpha son. He's down-to-earth, he doesn't like violence, and he is never the type to indulge in one. He believes in peace and always strives to make sure that there is tranquility, anywhere he goes. People say he is the opposite of his father and I have always thought it was all pretense until today.
“That's enough!!! I think this punishment has gotten far enough. How can you be cruel to a weakling like her? She's just nineteen for fvck's sake and you are both twenty. Do you know the damage you could cause her?" Orion asked.
”We… we… were just fo---”
“I don't fvcking care,” snapped Orion, “we will get to finish this conversation later, you both are dismissed.” He ordered.
They bowed their heads and retreated with their minions.
Watching them leave gave me a little hope and relief as I crumbled to the ground. I felt safe for now, whatever the torment that was waiting for me had been postponed till further notice.
I wanted to laugh and scream out of joy, but I couldn't because my mind and eyes were fixed on the alpha's son. What is his motive for saving me? Why would he save someone like me? His reputation could be ruined because of his act of kindness. If the alpha finds out he helped someone like me, I would be the one to suffer the consequence and that was something I wasn't planning to go through right now.
“T - T - Thank you" I stuttered, “thank you for saving me but you didn't have to,” I said honestly.
He didn't say anything, instead, he pulled off his jacket, walked towards me, leaned downwards, and placed the jacket over my shoulder, which made me flinch.
“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to touch you, sorry I meant to startle you. I wanted to help you cover up….. you know,” he said while ruffling his hair. “Your present state will make you vulnerable to our pack members who are in heat.”
“Why?"
“Sorry what? Why what?”
“Why do you have to help me?” I yelled at him. “If words come out that you saved someone like me, what do you think would happen to me? It will be worse than what Carla and her twin brother are doing to me. You just quickened my death sentence.” I lashed him, as more tears flowed freely down my face.
“Words won't come out, I assure you," he said calmly.
I wanted to believe him but part of me couldn't. All these were too good to be true. I must be dreaming or something.
“Thank you, I have to go now. I don't want to miss my duties, it won't go well with me if I miss a day,” I replied, removing the coat he gave me.
There was no need to cover my body anymore, the whole pack had seen the size and shape of my b.reast and body. What's there to be ashamed of?
I was about to leave when he held my hands, “you can take the day off, nobody will hurt or punish you.”
“Thank you,” I said, slapping his hands off mine, “you have done enough. Just please continue to turn the blind eyes you all have been turning towards me.”
“Fine, at least take the coat then,” he said, stretching the coat towards me.
“Thank you, but I won't be needing it, the whole pack has already seen me in this state, there is no need for me to try to be decent. Thank you.” I said once again and ran away.
I turned back once in a while to see if he was following me and when I was sure he wasn't following me, I stopped to gasp for breath.
I was glad he came to my side to stop them from punishing me, but I didn't know what other kind of punishment was waiting for me from Carla and her evil twin. I walked in high esteem, heads raised perfectly as I walked in front of the pack members, ignoring their mockery statements thrown at me. I was used to all those, I grew accustomed to the words.
When it started, at first, I prayed severely for the Moon Goddess to take my life, but when I saw that even the Moon Goddess turned her back on me also, I decided to live, by doing so, I got accustomed to the words thrown at me, though they hurt, but I made sure they didn't get me down to the point where I would ever beg the Moon Goddess to take my life again.
When I got into my hut, I was startled by the image of someone in my room.
“Well, Well, well…. I bet you enjoyed yourself today, now it's my turn to get satisfied.”
