Chapter Two- Abbie
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Chapter Two- Abbie
WARNING!! Gets a bit dark after the flashback. Read at your discretion please!
Abbie POV
OUCH!
What the hell happened?
All I can feel is pain, pain and agony. Every breath I take is torture and to be honest I am guessing I was not lucky to be killed in the last round of torture. Then the memory of that day comes back, the day I was almost free…
******Flash back******
I step off that cliff I hoping that it would end it, that my life would come to an end and I could finally be released. However clearly I have angered fate somehow as it could not even give me that. Instead, I was found just as I stepped off the cliff.
As soon as I start to fall, I feel a hand reach out and grab my arm, pulling me back onto the safety of the ground. Then a hand connects with my face.
“How dare you?! You want to die? b***h I will show you death!” Shouts Luke. He then hits me again and again, each slap getting harder and harder but his grip on my arm stops me from falling.
I try to defend myself, to pull away and get away from the hits but Luke lets out some of his alpha aura and I find myself unable to fight. This is one of the reasons why I don’t want to be a pack member anymore, I don’t want others to have power over me.
“You want to die so badly? Fine, I can arrange it.” Luke growls.
“Please! Just let me go.” I cry, holding back my tears but the pain coating my voice.
“Never. You are mine, my toy and my plaything. You will do whatever I tell you too, you signed the contract and that is our agreement b***h!” Luke growls at me, his wolf coming forward slightly at the insinuation of my leaving.
I have never seen his wolf get involved before, normally it stays hidden within Luke so I know that I may have gone too far this time.
This isn’t the first time I have tried to escape my life but the previous times I ran away, brought back by guards kicking and screaming and a bit beaten. But this was the first time I tried to end my own life, and I am guessing that Luke’s wolf does not appreciate the disrespect.
Luke’s eyes go dark slightly at the sight of my head wound after he finally stops slapping me.
“What happened?” He growls.
I look at him confused.
“I don’t know.” I mumble.
“How can you not know?”
“Someone punched me, I hit a wall and then was knocked out cold.”
“Oh, well you shouldn’t get in the way then. Come on bitch.” Luke growls, the hint of concern gone and replaced with hatred again.
Every time I see Luke that is all he looks at me with, hatred. At first it hurt but then I stopped caring and tried to markedly avoid him. That was my biggest mistake as it led to the incident and me signing that bloody contract. I regret that day every day.
Luke then drags me through the pack and to the pack dungeons. Due to the time of day, there are not many about as they are at school or work still, so no one sees us. There is no one to help me, yet again.
****** Flash back ends******
Ever since then I have been locked down here in the dungeon, I do not know how long it has been. It could have been hours, days, weeks or months. I do not know.
All I do know is that every so often I am fed scraps of food, the only water available to me is the puddle in the middle of the floor from the rainwater pouring into the cell from the barred window and the collar and chain around my neck and ankle are too strong for me to break.
My time is broken up with sleep and being force fed scraps and water. I just lay on the cot wanting to die, so I have no fight left in me and I ignore all of my natural instincts to scoff down the scraps.
Instead I refuse to move, wanting nothing more than to not wake up. Every time I close my eyes I hope that this is the last time I will see the brick, the last time I feel the rough straw poking out of the mattress. I only hope that my brother Joe is able to move on with his life, but then again maybe he is not even looking for me.
He claims to love me yet he is hiding something from me, what I do not know but I have tried my hardest to find out with no luck.
“Why are you not eating?” Luke growls at me through the bars. I am in the oldest part of the dungeon, a part that no one comes to anymore. Which is where Luke and his girlfriend have always kept me when they want to have ‘fun’, as they call it. A nightmare I call it.
I don’t even reply, I just close my eyes and hope that he goes away.
I do not hear him open the cell door or walk over to me, but my eyes open wide and I sit up in shock when a bucket of ice cold water is dumped over me.
“I said why are you not eating?” Luke growls at me again, dumping the bucket on the ground. He smirks as he takes in the sight.
But I do not reply, the cold seeping into my bones. I try to curl in on myself but the pain that goes through my body quickly puts an end to that.
“Oh my, how tempting.” Luke murmurs, his eyes lighting up like Christmas trees. I try to shrink back into the cot, but Luke quickly reaches out and pulls me closer to him.
Luke lets his hands wander, they start with my breasts and he kneads them, I cannot help the moans leaving my mouth as the sparks and his hands feel good. Sparks?
“You like that?” Luke asks, all cockiness gone. Luke looks at me tenderly as he continues to knead my breasts, tugging on my n*****s through my wet top and bra.
My back arches and I moan in pain and pleasure. My wounds still not fully healed, yet my body betrays me as I feel moisture down between my legs.
Luke sniffs and looks at me with a smile.
“Enjoying yourself?” He asks.
I watch as his eyes turn black, telling me his wolf is in control and I am nervous. Normally a wolf wouldn’t be so powerful but an alpha wolf? While he may not be able to shift until his eighteenth it is clear that his wolf is strong.
His wolf turns one of his fingers into a claw and rips my clothes off, he then gets down by my feet and kneels. I look at him nervously and I try to fight him off, but he is too strong for me.
Luke’s wolf then licks my opening while looking at me and smiling.
“Tastes good.” His wolf says, his voice coming out gravelly and it makes me even wetter.
What the hell is going on?
Luke’s wolf then flicks his tongue out faster this time and continues to do so until I am a quivering mess. I beg him to stop, but the wolf does not, and my body betrays me. It is enjoying the sensations.
Even I am surprised at how little fight I have in me. It seems with every big moan and o****m I have it is tiring me out, my fight is leaving me.
But then Luke’s wolf stops, and I hear growling.
Luke then lets go of me as if I disgust him. He looks at me with hatred as he climbs off of the cot. Finally letting me go.
“I’ll be back, and next time I will have all of you. You’re good for nothing else.” Luke spits at me.
A tear falls from my eye as I watch Luke’s retreating back.
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