His Dethroned Luna Queen

Back to The Darkness

(Trigger warning: violence)

I was carried back to the tribe by Morgan. The people I met along the way saluted Morgan while casting death glances at me. They called me a murderer. They threatened to kill me to avenge Luna Katherine. Why do they say that? It wasn't me who killed my mother, it was Morgan, the bastard! They won't believe me. They never believed me. They were blinded by Morgan.

Morgan took me to the dark and damp basement and threw me heavily to the ground. My whole body hurt, as if my ribs were broken. He kicked me hard in the abdomen several times, causing severe pain in my internal organs from the impact.

"You disobedient b***h, how dare you run away!"

He knelt down, grabbed my neck, and slapped me so hard that I was dizzy. His handsome face contorted with rage as he touched the mark on the back of my neck.

"b***h! How dare you let him mark you!" he yelled like crazy.

Then countless slaps fell on my face. My cheeks tingled with pain. I knew without looking that my cheeks must be very swollen.

"I'm warning you! You can't tell anyone what I did, otherwise I..."

"Otherwise what?"

I sneered. I am not even afraid of death now. What else could he threaten me with?

He was silent for a long time. He was pacing back and forth in the basement, plotting something. The pain all over my body prevented me from concentrating on observation, so I closed my eyes and rested. After a while, I heard the door open and then close. He was gone.

I lay alone in the dark, terrified of the coming nightmare.

I don't know how long it took, but the door was opened. The sunlight stung my eyes, making it difficult for me to see the visitor's face. But judging from the footsteps, three people were coming. They got closer and I smelled them. They are Nora, Alicia, and Liam.

Liam?

Isn't he already dead? What happened?

"Liam, look at how pitiful she looks," Nora chuckled, and she said sarcastically, "Do you feel bad?"

"Of course not, this is not enough, I will make her life a living hell!" Liam roared.

The viciousness in his words made me shudder. What is he going to do to me? I regret that I didn't give him more stabs back then.

"Okay, let's see what you're capable of," Alicia interjected, looking like she was just watching the fun.

I vaguely saw Liam handing Nora and Alicia something unknown. Alicia and Nora approached me, and only then did I see what they were holding.

Ropes.

"What the hell are you going to do?!" I yelled at them with all my strength.

I tried my best to make myself look more fierce, but to them, I looked funny.

They ignored my questioning, grabbed my arms, dragged me to a bench in the corner, and lifted me. I was very light, less than 90 pounds, and it was easy for them to lift me. They wanted to tie me to a bench with my body. I pushed them away with all my strength.

Liam came over and punched me so hard on the head that I was dazed. He pushed me down on the chair and straddled me, preventing me from struggling. Nora and Alicia tied my chest and calves with rope.

"You can't do this to me!" I shouted desperately.

The three of them laughed again. The more I resisted, the more excited they became.

I heard Liam's belt buckle pop open. I have heard this sound countless times, but this time, this sound gave me a bone-chilling chill.

"b***h, let me show you what I'm capable of." Liam's evil voice came from the darkness.

Then he swung the belt and slapped me on the stomach. My stomach hurt so much that it made me convulse all over. I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists to prevent myself from screaming. The more miserable I screamed, the happier they became. I won't let them succeed. They can't break me.

"Come on, Liam. Feed as hard as you can. She doesn't look like she's in pain at all. You're not giving in. Don't tell me you still like this b***h!"

Nora, that b***h, was afraid that I didn't suffer enough, so she deliberately provoked Liam. What the hell have I done to make her hate me so much?

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"Bang!" Another heavy whip hit my thigh. The pain was so intense that I almost lost consciousness.

"Let me guess, the injury on your chest hasn't recovered yet, so you can't exert any strength?"

How vicious you are! Alicia. You know exactly how to incite hatred in Liam against me. I hate you! I regret that I just ruined your appearance two years ago. I should have stuck my claws into your chest so that your dirty heart could no longer beat and your vicious mouth would be unable to speak anymore.

Liam was irritated. He didn't say anything but just slapped me again and again, harder and harder every time. He wanted me dead. It took him dozens of strokes before he stopped for breath.

My nerves have become numb, and pain is like a daily occurrence for me. I am used to it and I accept it. I am like a ball of plasticine, being played with and tortured at will, but will never be broken.

"It's so boring, she must be mute, she didn't make a sound," Nora said with some disappointment.

Unfortunately, my performance failed to satisfy her.

"Forget it for today, don't go too far, Alpha Morgan said she can't die yet," Alicia reminded.

Liam's eyes were shining in the darkness, and he stared at me silently, his eyes full of resentment. After a while, he said, "Let's go first. We still have six days to have fun with her."

After they left, I finally got a moment of peace. My consciousness gradually began to return, and the wounds caused by the whip ached faintly. The air was filled with the smell of blood. I'm in pain, I'm bleeding. I couldn't help but feel sad for myself, my nose was sore, and my tears couldn't stop flowing down. In this dark and deserted basement, I could cry my heart out and let the pain and grievances flow out of my body along with the tears. Alpha Morgan, Liam, Nora, Alicia, I will remember all the evil you did to me and one day, I will make you pay back double.

Crying and crying, I was so tired that I fell asleep, but I woke up soon. Being strapped to a bench was far from comfortable. I can't imagine how I would have survived if I had been tied up like this until seven days later. This slow torture was far more unbearable than being whipped.

When Liam came for the second time, it was already evening. When he opened the door, the orange-red afterglow shone through the c***k of the door into the basement. This time he brought food. I smelled baked toast and buttered potatoes, and my mouth watered.

My stomach is growling with hunger and my head is dizzy. Food is what I need most. But the food Liam brought was not so easy to put into your mouth.

"Lottie, you must be hungry, I brought you dinner." He put the food in front of my nose and let me smell it.

I hate him calling me that. I'd rather he called me a b***h. His deliberately disguised gentle tone was as hypocritical and disgusting as crocodile tears.

"Why don't you speak? Are you too tired?" He squatted next to me and touched my face gently, which made me feel sick and I got goosebumps all over my body.

"Get your dirty hands off!" I shouted, spitting at him.

He didn't jump up to hit me, nor did he yell at me. He just silently wiped the saliva from his face.

"Don't make trouble. Do you want me to untie the rope for you? Do you want to eat delicious food?"