Chapter 22: Dungeon
Milo pov
I curl in on myself. I tried to cry, but all I could do was have. tears refusing to come out. Memories of what happened last night flashed in my mind.
The master had tried to question me. He had even used his alpha command, the ultimate weapons of the alphas. But mysteriously to my luck, the command didn't work on me.
My face burned as I remembered my shameful and desperate stunts, and my pleas to take my body. As a peace offering for my crimes, in exchange for sparing my family's life. I had thought he would reject me at first, but the pain coming from my back said it all.
The way he had used me like a ragdoll, unleashing all his anger and hunger on me. I could remember his degrading words as he ruthlessly broke me. Then, after which, he left me hanging.
