Slave To The Cursed Alpha Of The Abyss.

Emma's POV "No! No, let me go!!" My voice tears from my throat, raw and desperate. "Where are you taking me? I did nothing wrong!" Two massive hands grip my arms like iron chains. I twist and pull, throwing my weight backward, but it was useless. The men dragging me don't even flinch. I'm nothing to them. They're the village's strongest warriors, and I'm just a girl whose world has already shattered. My feet scrape against the dirt as they haul me forward. Each step closer to the village square feels like walking toward my grave. The square is where judgments are made. Where punishments are carried out. Where people gather to watch others suffer. My knees hit the ground hard when we arrived, and pain shoots up my legs, but I barely feel it. My heart pounds too loudly, drowning everything else. The crowd has already gathered. They push and shove, craning their necks to see me, the cursed girl they've whispered about in the shadows. Some stare with disgust, their faces twist as they spit in my direction, saliva landing near my feet. Others watch in shock, hands covering their mouths. A few, just a few, look at me with pity. What lie had they been told about me? But pity won't save me. Tears burn behind my eyes. My hands tremble so badly that I press them into the dirt to steady myself. Shame crawls up my spine. My face burns with fear and anger, mixing until I can't tell them apart. I lower my head; I can't even look at them. Heavy footsteps approach. The crowd falls silent, and everyone bows. The Head of Chiefs has arrived. He walks slowly, followed by other chiefs and elders. Their robes sweep the dirt. Their faces are stone. They look at me like I'm filth stuck to their shoes. I should bow. I know I should. But my body won't obey. Instead, I lift my head and stare. Anger burning in my chest, hot and bitter. Then I see him. Damian. My breath catches like someone punched me. He walks behind the elders. His mother, Lizbeth, glides beside him, chin high, smile sharp. And Damian, my best friend, the boy I trusted, just looks at me. His lips curve into a smirk. Something inside me breaks. He's enjoying this. Watching me kneel in the dirt, terrified and humiliated, and he's smiling. How did I ever call him a friend? I bite my lower lip. Hard. Too hard that blood fills my mouth, warm and metallic. I lower my head, fighting not to scream, not to curse every single one of them. Then the Head of Chiefs speaks. "Hmm." He clears his throat. The square goes silent. "Today, we witness the trial and judgment of one who carries evil blood. A stain hidden among us and a torment to our land." Me? A torment? I almost laugh, but the sound dies in my throat. He continues, voice booming. "As Head of Chiefs, I deliver justice. I will uproot the darkness this cursed bloodline has brought us, as we have always done." "Yes!" someone shouts. "Justice!" "She is the daughter of a traitor," he declares, pointing at me like I'm diseased. "A man who turned his back on this village and aligned himself with our sworn enemies, the werewolves!....(he scuffs) He brought evil and darkness upon us. And now his cursed daughter has been hiding among us, poisoning everything she touches." The words strike me like stones. A Traitor, Evil. Cursed? That's what they've made my father. A man who bled for this village. And now they spit on his memory. "Stone her to death!" an elder shouts. I recognize him, Lizbeth's right-hand man. Probably her lover, too. He looks at her. She smiles that wicked smile. She glances at Damian. He nods, smirk widening. This was all their plan, all of it. "Yes! Punish her!" the crowd roars. Some are already bending, picking up stones. Tears spill down my cheeks. I can't stop them now. This is what they've done to my father. Erased everything good and made him a monster. And now they're doing the same to me. Is this their community of love? Turning on their own when it's easy? My father must have felt this. This crushing betrayal. My throat tightens like there's a rock lodged inside. I can't swallow. Can't breathe. "Quiet!" The Head of Chiefs raises his hand. Silence falls instantly. "We have a better punishment for evil blood like hers," he says, voice dripping with satisfaction. "She will not die quickly. She will suffer agony so great she'll beg for death. This is how she atones for her father's sins." My heart stops. No!...No!!.... Fear grips me so tight I can't move. Please, I begged silently. Please don't let it be what I'm thinking…… "Today," he announces, voice echoing, "this girl is sentenced to death by exile. She will be thrown into the Abyss." The world tilts. The Abyss. I can't breathe. "From this moment," he continues, sharp and final, "she is dead to us. A sacrifice to the Abyss Kingdom. No one may speak to her, help her, or acknowledge her. If seen in this village again, she will be stoned and burned alive." Shivers run down my spine. The Abyss. Where humans go to die. Where werewolves rule. Where no one returns. I would rather they stone me to death. I stare at them, the Head of Chiefs, Damian, Lizbeth, and the crowd. Tears blur my vision, but I see clearly what they're now. They're real monsters. "What crime did I commit?" I whisper, my voice breaking. No one answers. No one even deserves this. "Take her," the Head of Chiefs orders. "She leaves in two days when the full moon rises." Guards move toward me. I try to stand, but my legs won't hold. My whole body shakes. I collapsed. A guard pulls a whip from his belt. Leather cracks through the air. Then fire explodes across my back. I scream. He doesn't care. He grabs my arm, dragging me forward. My legs scrape the ground. Blood trails behind. Bruises bloom like dark flowers. The crowd cheers. "The village will be cleansed!" "Evil is defeated!" They celebrate like they've won a war. I can't hear them anymore. Everything fades: their voices, faces, colors. The world grays. I'm floating, like I'm watching this happen to someone else. The guards throw me into the prison cave at the village edge. It's carved into stone, hidden from sight. No one comes here except to rot. Inside, darkness swallows me. The walls are damp stone, slick with moss. Water drips somewhere, each drop echoing. The air reeks of mold and decay, thick enough for you to choke. No windows. No light, it's just an endless, suffocating black cave. They shove me into the deepest corner. The iron door slams. The lock clicks finally, like doom. I collapsed on a cold stone. My body shakes from all the shock. My back burns where the whip tore skin. Blood soaks my dress, sticky and warm. But I don't cry anymore. I just stare into the darkness, numb and hollow. Just two days. Two days before they send me to my end.