To Bend A Bond

PROLOGUE The hands that clung to her were rough and uncaring. The owners dragging the girl as if wishing to inflict pain and punishment before one the girl knew was headed her way. The scent of the herd ahead a mixture of hatred and anxiousness. a crowd awaiting for something exciting to happen. Her slouched naked frame had almost given up on her but she felt it. That one thing that held her soul intact, the one thing that kept the girl alive. A bond so powerful none would appreciate until felt. A breathtaking chest punching energy that left one feeling worthy of breathing. her skin danced as it felt his eyes on her. naked and in a shameful state or not the girl couldn't care less. Scents of the horde ahead force her head up with a heist push. Confrontation and demand laced in pure saturation. The whispers of why and insults colliding into a color too immense for her liking. They were all questioning her actions. Her eyes holding a lump of determination she didn't expect for, she was never brave. She forced herself to feel prideful. To go down with her head held high if anything. "traiteur" a voice rang through the silent crowd as her naked body was dragged into the center with more force than required. The rough hands aiming to please the crowd. Her lanky frame a thud to the ground. Humiliation and degradation an intent. A circle of bodies surrounding her in excitement and pin now. Joy flowing from them in waves, creatures feeding off from fear. Her fear. The burning silver cuffs that restrain her tightened further, the metal cutting deep on her fragile skin. "Chain her in and let's begin" The voice sound, impatient and stern. An Alphas instruction. A voice that once promised to envelop her with safety swallowing its words. Promises being broken for the sake of societal clichés. Her nose fights the many around scents and seeks that of ground chocolate powder and mint. A scent too sweet and addictive for her own liking. Hers. The first lash lands unexpectedly for her eyes were now staring at the one her heart yearned for. His black cold orbs staring back at her pale blue ones. Emotions void. Her's staring in contempt and need and the returning in scowl and acid. He didn't want her. Has told her too many times for her own good yet instinct led her here. She had acted too childishly and stupid, but she had no choice. her soul felt like it was ripping away at the thought of not being with him. the mere thought of him belonging to anuone else a burning rage that nothing could heal. but she was paying for her actions. with agony. The lashes heavy and knife sharp. She could feel as her skin tore in half. The frail meat giving up on its owner. It's sound red as disgust in her ears. Pain. Sweat and more pain. Lash after lash decorate her back now. Her demanding eyes glass now. The clear liquid of weaklings threatening to make way down her cheeks. Lash. Whip.The sound of skin and whip fighting for domination. She was a sack now. Heavy for her own good. The clear liquid she hated with passion rivers on her cheeks now. The stream endless. She shuts the traitors orbs shut and awaits her end for everything has an end. Her body giving up on her being one of it. The burning shackles by her hands bonding her un-movingly to the wood stake wiping away the remains of her skin and enjoying the tender meat within . Her punishment for breaking the law. A law that withheld what was meant to be hers. He was meant to be her's but unfortunately she was not enough for a creature like him. She had always known for she had always felt that way. A half glass next to a gallon. Besides how can he want her when he had made it clear for ages. "Get her up" Cold hands make way to her armpits and grip hard on her. Forcing her to a stand along with the unexplainable pain that graced her whole being. An agony she only wanted no part of. "Do you Ravena McRae agree to your full punishment of exile from the Jaryd Clan for a period of five years to learn self control and discipline?" The heavy voice of Alpha Jaryd is a mile away from her ears. Her soul was leaving for it was taking sanctuary in an oblivion of white and black. A place in-between realms of life and decease. She was finally going to a better place. The girl nodded. She was going to a place far from the torment she had just witnessed and partook. Her pain not pain no more but more a cry on agony. She was stone limp.