The Alpha's Claimed Mate

Chapter 5: More Torture

--Preston (aka Stranger)--

At last, I had the weakling of a slut in my grasps again. This time, nobody was going to take her from me. First, I'd reclaim her as my mate. Then we'd torture her in the white room for two weeks. Then her father was going to kill her. That was the plan. It was going to work of I'd have somebody's head served up on a platter.

I slammed her in the back of the head with a rod, heard her ear-splitting scream with a grunt of satisfaction as she slumped forward. Before she hit the ground, I jerked her towards me and pulled the gun from my waistband. The door rammed open with a thud. The young boy's eyes darkened with anger as he swiftly processed the situation. "Let her go."

"I'm holding the cards, little alpha." I backed to the window, never letting my eyes leave the wild-card at play. "Make a move for her, and I will kill her." I let my voice go sickeningly sweet, mocking even. "Besides, we don't want the little mate to die, do we?" I could see the fight in his eyes, enjoyed it even. "Come and get her." I bit out. He took a step forward and my finger went to the trigger. A game of cat and mouse.

"What do you want," he growled out. "I know what you did to her."

I smiled. "Oh no, you don't. You think you know." I leapt out the window backwards, her in my arms, and landed on the balcony below. Before he could process what had just happened, I was gone.

--Marietta--

I woke up to a piercing pain in my neck and a pounding headache. Every limb in my miniscule body was sore. My eyes were really crusty as I tried to open them. When I got them open, I quickly shut them, praying it was a dream. After a day of bliss, this was what life gave me?

No sooner than I shut my eyes did a voice I feared so much rang out. "I see you've finally awoken, slut." I didn't respond. I knew exactly where I was. I was back in the torture room. Jeremy either didn't want me or didn't get to me in time. I prayed it was the latter. I realized that I was chained to the bed with silver coated in wolfsbane,a poison to my kind. Damn these people!

Suddenly, a heavy, familiar, unwanted weight was on top of me. I didn't cry. I couldn't, no, wouldn't show weakness. It was bad enough I wasn't able to fight back. Silver no longer burned me, only making me weak if I was restrained by it, but wolfsbane was an entirely different matter completely. I bit my lip to keep from crying out in pain as my uncle bit into the spot on my neck. I swore sometimes he drank the blood, making me wonder if he was a hybrid. Always being restrained in silver hadn't allowed me to change into my wolf form in about a year and a half. Most days, I couldn't even reach my wolf counterpart because of how weakened I was kept and made to stay.

From there, he stripped me down. His face grew angry as he took in my body. "Fattened ya up, did they? Started ta heal your wounds too, I see. Well, I'll have to change that," he sneered. I was determined not to let fear show, but ended up failing as he cut words (w***e, slut, backstabber, traitor, etc.) into my skin. When I passed out from pain, he waited til I woke, then beat my bloodied body. Almost as if that wasn't enough, he rammed himself into me, taking away whatever dignity I had tried to regain in the past day. When he left, I was a wreck of tears, and redressed in black clothes that drying blood caked into my wounds. I was filthy, disgusting, and truly worthless. Even if Jeremy did find me, I knew in my soul there was no way he'd want me again.

My father came in, his face darker than I'd ever seen it. "So, my slut shows back up. Too bad, because you won't live." Behind him, a man in a lab coat came in and behind him was a biker looking guy. I was beyond terrified now. My father beat me with a metal baseball bat until I was keeled over with probably several more broken bones. Then sprayed me with something that burnt like hell and smelled like fire. I screamed, pure agony ripped through me, my body attempted to go unconscious as my mind fought to stay awake and live. I had to live, for Jeremy, for his pack.

He laughed darkly. "You're a slut and a traitor. You'll be treated as such. No more will you be the Alpha's daughter, but a dirty traitor. You'll be lucky to receive any food over the next two weeks and you'll have just enough water to keep you alive. You thought it was bad before. You have not seen, heard, or felt anything yet." Turning to the two men, "Let her have it." With that, he turned on his heel and walked out.

Suddenly, the men advanced towards me, one with a silver knife and a gun with silver bullets. The other with a rope, a pack of condoms, and more chain. This was just the beginning of my ending. Maybe I should just die today, give in to my body's desires. Don't even think that! You don't don't a wolf for nothing. You may not see it now, but someday you'll see the glory you're destined for.

Before I could argue back with my wolf, I felt it. The first knife being slid down my arm, cutting it open. I screamed and screamed until a hand was clamped over my mouth. Quickly replacing the hand was a gag and duct-tape. Then came the extra chain. It was wrapped around my head, securing it so I couldn't move it. Then it was securely bound around my arms and legs, ensuring they couldn't move a millionth of a millimeter. Next, another chain was bound around my torso. They were so tight, I couldn't even flinch without the links pinching my skin between them.

After that, the knife came down on my other arm, between the chain wraps. It was agonizing and slow as it tore my arm open millimeter by millimeter. The lab coat guy finally had the biker guy stop with the knife. Somehow, when he stopped, it hurt worse than when he'd been cutting. I felt hot tears streaming down my face. Suddenly, the lab coat man literally ripped off my clothes, which hurt like hell since they'd stuck to my wounds, the blood acting as a glue of sorts. Then he got undressed, put on a condom, and slowly mounted me.

He trailed sloppy kisses down my neck, about the only place not bloody, and decided it was was a good idea to sink his teeth into Preston"s bite mark. I whimpered and he laughed. My wolf, Mary, was trying to reject him, but he overpowered her. Great, I was now illegally and forcefully mates to two werewolves who I didn't want.

My legs already being spread apart, thanks to the chains, he rammed himself into me. I felt the tears coming faster as he forced himself in and out of me, going faster and faster. If I could have screamed out loud, I would have. Instead, it was a muffled scream and my inner wolf howled in pain and fear. When he was done, the biker guy took a turn. He was even rougher than lab coat guy. Thankfully, he didn't try marking me too. One small consolation amidst the horror of my plight.

When he was done, lab coat guy took the gun and shot the silver bullets into my legs. He emptied twelve bullets into each. I was in so much pain, it was a wonder I was even conscious. Biker guy's cold, cruel voice rang out at my head. "You're too stubborn to die or slip unconscious, aren't you? In that case, you'll like what we're about to do." He laughed, and grabbed the rope. Slowly, lab coat guy dug the bullets out of my legs. Once that was done, he unchained me but didn't take the gag off. He then ripped off the duct tape. I wasn't sure what was about to happen, but I was beyond terrified. I wanted to die but Mary wanted to live, to get back to Jeremy, so we lived on.

When the ropes bound my hands together, I realized it was a rope with silver jagged pieces made into it. As if my having been chained wasn't enough, they now tied my hands to the headboard of the bed, with me on my stomach. Then using chain, the bound my feet back to the bed, stretching my legs out as far as they could.

Shoving my head down into the pillow, they brought me near to the point of suffocation before bringing my head back up for air. Then, they took another rope and slipped it around my neck. Once it was around my neck, they tightened it so tight I couldn't breath. Right before I could pass out from lack of air, they loosened it so I could breath again. The near suffocation and near strangulation repeated time and time again. While one was doing the suffocation or strangulation, the other was beating my back with something I couldn't identify. When they were done with that, one would mount me and enter me that way, snapping my head back by my hair. Then the process repeatedly went from beginning to end until my father came back.

"She's still not unconscious yet?!" He exclaimed in utter disbelief. When they'd shake their heads, he'd have them replaced with two other men. They'd be even rougher than the first two. From what I gathered, they switched at midnight, six in the morning, noon, and six in the evening. everyday. Somehow, Glory kept me awake throughout the entire week. The process never changed.

For a solid seven days, it was a constant bright white light, no food, constant twenty-four/seven torture, no pain relievers, no shower, and very little water. I knew father was getting more and more pissed that I had yet to go unconscious from the extreme pain, utter exhaustion, severe hunger, and sleep deprivation. Not only was he pissed, he was shocked as hell that his "slut wasn't as weak as he'd always seen."