Chapter 3
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Chapter Three
I groaned at the dull pain in my back, as I came awake. It felt like someone had slammed me against a wall and I was laying on it. I absentmindedly attempted to stand but I could only move my head.
As the room came into focus, so did my memories. But my immediate problem was that I was firmly tied down to a metal table.
"You weren't out long thank the goddess," Freya said and I turned my head to the side where her voice came from. "There's something I want to show you."
Her stupid face came into view, sporting a sinister smile. Asher was sitting in the background on his phone, seemingly uninterested in what his mate was doing.
"What the hell is the meaning of this?" I snarled.
She didn't answer and walked in front of my head to get to the dresser. A white gift box sat on it. She picked it up and walked back to me.
"Freya, are you insane?"
Maybe she was. Because what the f**k was going on?
Again, she ignored me and gently placed the box on my stomach. "It was Asher's idea," she said, grinning. "A gift for my mating ceremony."
Ok? Why did she want to show me what ‘her’ Asher gave her? I turned my face away, only a little salty. "No, no Melissa. You're going to want to see this."
She opened it and I spared a glance. And I couldn't look away.
"And it's exactly what I wanted." Freya said and giggled.
She was holding Meryl's head by her short black hair. Just her head.
I stared at her, looking into her blue vacant eyes. Dead eyes. I had seen so much death today.
Freya must be insane. I bucked against the table, but only succeeded in throwing the empty box off me.
I was panting hard when I stopped. Fear started to creep into my veins when I realized I wouldn't be getting out. I was bound tight, under Freya's thumb.
She picked up the box and put it back on me. Then she dropped Meryl's head back in the box, closed it, dropped it on the floor and kicked it under the table. "Good! I wanted you to see that before I began."
She took off her shoes and dropped down a good four inches closer to me. The b***h. I gathered all the moisture in my mouth and spat in her face. It hit her square on the side of her nose. "You're a f*****g cunt."
Her face morphed from deceptively pleasant to downright menacing. She wiped my spittle off her face, slowly and smeared it on my dress. Then her shoe came down - white, patent leather with a skinny stiletto heel - straight into my left eye.
There was a miniscule moment of shock before the pain started and I screamed. She pushed the thing deeper into my eye, blood pouring down my face while grinning.
The last thing I saw was her swinging her other shoe into my right eye. The tears mixed in with the blood flowing down my face.
Freya waited until I stopped screaming before her breath hit my ears. "You're a useless b***h. Strutting around thinking you're something special. You're not, you're a puny little b***h worth less than the dirt under my shoes. And I'm proving that."
I couldn't answer.The pain was so intense my head felt like it was hit over and over again with a rock.
It must also have been making me delirious because I thought I heard a blow torch start up.
It was when I felt the heat on my left cheek I really screamed. It felt like she held it to my face for an hour and even when she took it away, it still hurt so bad I wanted to scrape the skin off my face.
I heard the dull thud of a metal can hitting the ground before she grabbed my head and yanked her shoes out of my eyes. The sound it made reverberated in my head and I hadn't known one could feel so much pain. It was debilitating.
She must have put the f*****g shoes back on because I heard them click as she walked away.
Every cell in my body was screaming. But I wasn't, couldn't anymore. I had shouted so hard my voice box felt like it had exploded in my throat.
I heard her return. She ran cold metal up my thigh and I jolted, attempting to wiggle away. But I couldn't. I had a brief moment of feeling like a worm on a hook, before something sharp was buried in my thigh.
She yanked the object out of my thigh and stabbed it in again and again. Then she moved on to the right one. My legs would be a bloody mess.
I could barely draw in breath. Pain had settled in my mind, firmly gripping me with an all-consuming intensity. It was my whole world now.
Maybe I once had hopes and dreams but I couldn't remember what they had been. I didn't remember who I was. There was just one thing I wanted right now and I wanted it with my entire soul.
I just wanted it to stop.
I moaned in pain as she ran the knife over my throat. I gurgled, beginning to drown in my own blood. While bleeding out.
It didn't take long before I felt my body shutting down. I had passed the point of no return, I wouldn't survive this.
My mind honed in on the cause of this unbelievable pain. Freya. I gripped the thought, focused on it. That didn't make it less painful but it gave me something to hold on to.
I hated her.
I hated her more so damn much, with every single fiber of my being. Freya had better watch out. If the goddess had mercy on me and gave me another life I would hunt her down and return the favor. I would throw in the added bonus of feeding her f*****g maggot of a mate.
I swore it on my blood.
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