My Devil Alphas of Crimson Moon

Chapter Six

-Anya’s POV-

I’m not sure what time it was when I finally woke up, but I immediately felt the agonizing pain between my legs and the stinging across my whole body. There was a toilet in my cell, and I quickly relieved myself and grabbed some of the towelettes next to the small sink, wiping off my face. It made me feel slightly better, and I sat back on the ground, realizing Damien had put the chains back on my ankles, thankfully leaving my wrists free. I honestly didn’t know how I was going to get out of this hell this time. When

I was eighteen, one of Damien’s men found out about his inhumane treatment of the other maids and me. The assaults on the other maids ended when I turned sixteen, when I became his addiction, at least that’s what I was told.

The man that found out about the abusive treatment was his right-hand man, and he couldn’t believe that Damien was behaving in such a despicable manner. They were childhood friends, and when his reality about Damien was shattered, he took me away from this horrible place and gave me freedom. He took me to Portland, got me a job, and paid for my first apartment for six months so I could get on my feet. He never kept in touch with me, though, so I have no idea whatever happened to him.

I wasn’t naïve, and I knew I wouldn’t get help this time, which made me realize that I was stuck here. Damien would never let me leave, so my only option was to make him angry enough to kill me. Then, I could finally be free of this sad excuse of a life. I refused to be his slave for years on end again and made a vow to myself that I would be free.

Several weeks after my imprisonment, I knew Damien was on the verge of losing it. Every time he visited my cell, I did everything I could to piss him off and drive him to the brink of snapping, but he always stopped just before letting go and killing me. I started refusing food, but even that was futile, since they ended up forcing the food down my throat. I still never got my answers to what this place was or the weird verbiage the other people here used.

Alex visited me as frequently as Damien did, but he wasn’t the same person as before. Something about him changed after my attitude towards Damien became hostile. He never hit me or assaulted me, but he did make it known that I would eventually submit to him, and he’d make me his. Alex started to scare me when he would pin me to the wall or floor, making threats and intimidating me in the worst ways, knowing there was nothing I could do about it. Alex didn’t know about how Damien abused me since he never took advantage of me himself; Alex never saw the damage being done. Damien couldn’t allow his reputation to be tarnished, so he always hurt me in non-visible areas. Between Alex’s intimidation and Damien’s assaults, my need to be released from this world continued to grow.

I used more towelettes to clean up some of my wounds, removing the dirt and sweat off my skin when I heard my cell door open, and light illuminated the space. “Anya?”

Alex’s voice filled the room, and I groaned when I realized it wasn’t Damien, hoping today would be my last. “What, Alex.”

He stepped in front of me and gasped. “What the hell happened? Why are you hurting yourself like this?”

I laughed at his accusation. “Are you f*****g dumb?” I asked, completely astounded that someone could think my injuries were self-inflicted.

His eyes narrowed. “Watch how you talk to me, Anya.”

“No, I won’t. Now go get Damien so I can talk to him.” I was annoyed that he was wasting my time like this. I was more than ready to be free from this place.

Before I knew what was happening, Alex reached across the room, grabbed the back of my neck, and pulled me to his chest. I looked up into his eyes, questioning his intentions for this visit. The next thing I knew, his lips were pressed against mine with a desire I didn’t want to understand. He licked my lower lip, and before he had the confidence to do anything else, I bit his lip hard. He pulled away from me, blood dripping down his lip and shock laced with anger filling his eyes.

A growl rumbled through my cell that froze us both in place, and Alex let go of me, making me fall to the floor. I looked up and saw Damien, and he was furious. The next thing I knew, Damien had Alex by the throat and lifted him off the ground.

“Damien, wait!” But he didn’t listen to me; he threw Alex across the cell, a sickening crack echoing through the room.

A scream pierced my ears and didn’t stop until I realized it was my own. Damien walked over to Alex, who was slumped across the ground, clearly unconscious.

I scrambled to my feet and grabbed Damien’s arm. “Stop it! He’s unconscious, don’t kill him, please!” I pleaded with tears streaming down my face. I was not fond of Alex at all, but I didn’t wish death on him.

Damien spun around and looked at me; he looked into my eyes before grabbing me and lifting me off the floor. I was waiting for the pain when I was pressed against his body, and I realized he was hugging me.

“Damien?” I asked quietly, unsure of what was happening.

“I told you, you’re mine. Why would you kiss him?” He asked quietly with a deadly tone. Was Damien unaware of Alex’s feelings towards me? Did he not know that Alex visited me so frequently?

“Why does it matter, Damien?” I wasn’t his, and I refused to let him think I was. “Besides, I don’t belong to you, Damien. I never have, and I never will.” He dropped me to the floor without a second thought, and the next thing I knew, I was flying through the air and landed on the concrete, a sickening crack echoing through the room and a scream of pain escaping my lips.

Damien stalked towards me, my words hitched in my throat, and I couldn’t even muster a sound before Damien started tormenting me.

“Did you enjoy having another man against you? Did you enjoy another man’s lips on your body?” He said while his voice continued to sound more deadly and erratic.

I saw Alex stand up behind Damien, his eyes black, and I feared he would partake with Damien as he tortured me. I wouldn’t be able to handle the kind of torture, and my eyes started to fill with tears as I realized what my fate would be.

“Alexander, you will forget everything you saw here. You will not speak a word of this to anyone. If you obey me, then I will allow you to live and be with her in secret. Do you understand what I’m saying?” Damien’s deadly voice echoed through the cell.

A moment of silence carried through my cell. “Yes, Alpha. I understand. Thank you for sparing my life.” Without another word, Alex left my cell, and I was in complete shock. What in the f**k just happened?

“Answer my questions, Titanya. Did you enjoy another man touching that divine body of yours? Because you are mine, whether you like it or not, and I am more than happy to remind you of that.” Damien’s nasty grin spread across his face as he contemplated the severity of torture that he was going to execute, depending on my answer.

I realized this was my opportunity to get him to snap and finally kill me. I knew this wasn’t going to be painless, but this was my best chance to get him to lose control, so I decided to torment him back.

I took a deep breath. “Honestly? His lips were soft and sweet, and he’s one of the most attractive men I’ve ever seen. That’s probably why I always thought about him while you forced yourself inside me.” I closed my eyes, waiting for him to strike, but it never came. I opened my eyes slowly and froze in place at what I saw. Damien was right in front of me, but his eyes were closed, and he looked like he was struggling with himself, his body shaking uncontrollably.

“Damien, wh-” I was abruptly cut off when a growl rumbled deep within his chest, and his eyes opened, black as night.

“Oh, little mate, you’ve truly made a mistake now.” I tried to take a step back but realized that he already had me cornered. It wasn’t Damien’s voice; it was a rough, husky voice.

Damien opened his eyes, and they weren’t black anymore. He grabbed me by the throat, lifting me into the air, and I felt a rush of air as I was thrown into the opposing wall. A sharp pain radiated through my spine, and I had a horrible feeling that it was broken. I tried to sit up, but before I could, Damien was in front of me, grabbed me by my hair, and slammed my cheek into the concrete. I couldn’t hold back my screams this time as pain shot through my cheek into the back of my neck.

He didn’t stop his relentless attack on me, and I felt his foot collide with my rib cage and heard another sickening crack while another scream sounded through the room. I was waiting for the finishing blow, but it never came. I opened my eyes the best I could and looked up, noticing he had taken his shirt off and was unzipping his pants. I didn’t even have the fight in me while he lifted me, causing pain to shoot through my entire body as he entered me. I don’t know how long he tortured me, but he never killed me. When he was satisfied, he got dressed, glared at me with an evil look in his eyes, and a sinister laugh filled the cell.

His eyes peered into my soul, and I felt myself trembling. “Next time you try to anger me into killing you, I’ll do worse than I did today. Someone will be by later to treat your wounds, and you had better f*****g behave.” He snarled at me and left the room.

As I laid there, unbearable pain continued to course through my body, and I couldn’t help as the hysterical cries and screams left my lips. Reality hit me like a ton of bricks, and I knew that I would never be able to escape from this horrible place. I was going to be tortured till I would finally be granted death, and it couldn’t come soon enough. I felt the blood pouring out of my mouth, horrible pains running through my chest, and I felt myself losing consciousness.

It seemed like an eternity when someone finally opened my cell door. I used all my strength to look up, hoping it was someone other than Damien. Thankfully, it was a petite woman, and she hurried to lock the door. She rushed over to me and gasped at what she saw. I’m sure it wasn’t a pretty sight considering everything that happened with Damien earlier.

When her fingers touched my skin, I gasped at how cold her touch was, and she immediately froze, sensing the drastic difference in our body temperatures. I wonder if that meant I was running a fever.

“Luna?” She asked, her voice shaking.

“My name is Anya; please, kill me and end my suffering. I cannot live like this.” I pleaded with her, looking up into her bright green eyes.

“What happened to you, Luna?” She asked quietly.

I sighed, realizing she wasn’t going to call me by my actual name. “Damien,” was all I could say.

She gasped loudly and bit her lip. “Please be quiet, Luna; this is going to hurt.” I nodded my head and tried to hold back my screams as she carefully lifted me, balancing my weight, and started to lead me out of my cell. She led me through different hallways, up a few flights of stairs, and out of the mansion.

I realized it must be nighttime because of how dark it was outside, with the moon settled in the night sky. She continued to lead me away from the mansion towards the woods, and I started to panic until I realized we were heading towards a small cottage. She brought me inside and walked me over to a small bed, carefully laying me down.

“You’re safe now, Luna. Please try to get some rest.” She said to me and brought a cold towel to my face and body, wiping away all the blood that stained my skin. I felt my eyelids getting heavy, realizing the washcloth’s motion gliding over my skin felt soothing, and I quickly fell asleep.