Stalking my Hot Alpha Uncle

4. Slow Torture

Ravenna's POV

"Do you know what it means to be freshly f**ked, Catherine?" I asked as I placed a fresh slice of meat on my empty plate. I glanced at Catherine from the corner of my eye, a satisfied grin gracing my lips.

The men had begun preparing the ingredients. It would be disgusting to a normal human, but not to me. Strangely enough, it was pleasing to see, maybe because the men were slightly good-looking but intimidating enough for any woman to be afraid.

She’s a werewolf. She could handle them.

"Don't touch me! Eww! Who are you guys?! I said, don't touch me!" She tried to push the men away, baring her claws at them and even pulling at one of them. But it changed nothing.

Right now, they were brutes, focused solely on filling their libido. Psycho wolves, more dangerous than rogues.

"I asked you a question, Catherine!" My voice boomed, and they halted in their movements. Catherine was completely bare for all eyes to see, her skin red from the abuse of their fingers. Yet, not an ounce of pity stirred inside me when I looked at her.

"You're the one getting f****d! Your whole family is f****d, you crazy slut!" she cursed and thrashed, and I chuckled.

"Oh, really now..." I crossed my arms as I stood before her. Her hands were tied behind her back, while she lay face-flat on the floor. Yet, she still had the guts to look at me.

"Guess what’s about to go on now, Catherine. Look around. Look at all these men. Who are they looking at?" I glanced at each man, whose eyes remained glued on the 'meal' in front of them. "They’re yours to consume, Catherine. I’m that generous, giving you something much better than death!"

"You vile scum! You—"

I narrowed my eyes at her. Almost immediately, a gut-wrenching scream tore from her lips as one of the men, standing behind her, picked her up and drove her down onto his length.

'Ah, the show has started.' Vienna danced happily in my mind. I chuckled, shaking my head. It was indeed quite a sight to see someone you hated so much getting what she deserved.

"You see, Catherine..." I walked toward my table of food, settled myself, and positioned my phone against the tripod before I started eating. "This is what I mean by being freshly fucked."

Her screams fell apart like music to my ears as the second man entered her from the front, using her as a ragdoll to satisfy their insatiable lust. I wondered how they were able to share, but they did a fantastic job filling her up.

My focus shifted to the video playing on my phone. I crossed my legs as I felt an ache between my thighs, watching my uncle take a shower. He always looked incredibly sexy coming out of a bath. I wondered how it would feel to be f**ked in the shower.

Those long legs, that chiseled body, every muscle in just the right place—it would be a sin if no one wanted this man as much as I did. But, not yet.

Taking a sip of my wine, I looked back at Catherine and chuckled as she slipped from their clutches, only to be dragged back into their embrace, where all five of them plowed her at once.

This was mercy for someone as vile as her. I didn't want to get too drunk watching this 'movie,' so I placed my glass back down and continued my meal.

'People would throw up while watching something like this, but you amaze me, Rave,' Vienna started again, and I rolled my eyes, pressing a hand to my chest.

The only thing I felt was my racing, excited heart. My breathing was stable; my body didn't even tremble. Besides, Catherine was no longer a sister I cared for.

[Sorry to disturb, Alpha.]

A voice drifted from the video playing on my phone, and I looked back. The camera had switched to his office. Zeke was seated, looking through documents, his hair still sleek and wet. His Beta, Dmitri, was standing before him.

My heart stopped the moment I saw his face, and I struggled to breathe. Violent coughs escaped my lips—I wasn't choking on anything, just the dread that coursed through me as if he were standing right in front of me, just like that day.

'Relax... Remember the plan. He isn’t here, and even if he were, he wouldn’t be able to do anything to you.' I nodded vigorously, stretching out a shaky hand to pour myself a full cup of wine. I chugged it down, letting the taste ease my fear.

Vienna was right. Dmitri didn’t yet know I would become his mate. Even if I couldn’t prevent the bond, I could stop him from ever meeting Catherine.

Rage gleamed in my eyes as I grabbed a steaming-hot bowl of soup and walked toward Catherine, who was filled in every hole. I stood before her and downed the soup over her body.

Her skin sizzled as the soup charred her skin bring out an ugly burn.

A raw, painful scream escaped her lips, coupled with sobs, as the men groaned and move their hips faster. I dropped the bowl on the floor, gritting my teeth.

It wasn’t enough.

"Remember Ravenna, right?!" Her body shuddered in response, and I scoffed. "You enjoyed watching her get roughed up and left to crawl to her room because she was weaker than you and couldn’t heal. How does it feel to be ravaged?"

Atleast that was before my rebirth, I could heal better now. But that's something that no one else would know.

I held up a hand, and one of the men unplugged himself from her mouth. She gasped for breath, thinking it was over, but the crying didn’t stop.

"She deserved it," Catherine sobbed, her gaze pitiful. "Every smile on her face made me sick. She deserves to die. I regret every time I was good to her."

A vein pulsed on my forehead and my breaths hitched while hearing that, it hurt more since I was the Ravenna.

Dmitri's voice echoed in my ears, and with the last words from Catherine, rage overtook me. I took a step forward, signaling the men to drop her.

She collapsed to the floor with a grunt. I grabbed her by the hair, dragging her toward the table of food.

"Do you want to eat, Catherine?" I asked, a crazy smile tugging at the edges of my lips. She nodded vigorously, hunger gleaming in her eyes, and my anger boiled over.

I cleared a plate of food onto the floor, the sound of breaking plates like music. The shards scattered, piercing her skin. I let go of her hair; her head was just inches from a sharp shard.

One slip, and it would be all brains on the floor. But death was too easy.

"Eat," I commanded. She didn’t move, glaring up at me, vile words on her tongue. I glowered at her, and she flinched. "Eat, Catherine."

She hesitated, and my blood boiled. I grabbed her head and shoved it into a pile of rice. "f*****g eat, goddamn it!" Without waiting for her to start, I looked at the men, their eyes still red with hunger.

"All ten of you, go! Give this woman what she deserves!" I instructed and stepped aside, circling the table to watch from the other side. The men rushed her, making crazed noises.

"Nooo! Plea—Ahhh!" Her cries fell on deaf ears as I raised my glass of wine, chugging it in one go.

[What are you going to do about the curse?]

It was Dmitri’s voice again. I turned my phone to watch the video. Zeke stood before the mirror in his office, looking at something hidden from my view.

[As always, we will bring every woman with an active s*x life into my room. Don’t let anyone know about this.]

My heart thudded against my ribcage as I tried to figure out what he meant.

[And if I don’t find her?] Dmitri asked. Zeke finally turned, and what I saw knocked the air out of me, nearly making me stumble to the floor.

My eyes widened, and I slapped a hand over my lips.

Impossible!