Chapter Three
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Selene Melvissil POV.
I was locked up in a damp, cold cell with blood streaks all over the wall and smelled pungent like every disgusting element had been mixed together and put here.
My stomach churned with the need to puke but I held myself back, there was nothing in there now and puking would only heighten my discomfort.
A while later, I was startled to find a dark figure standing in front of the cell metal door. The menacing aura emanating from him told me all that I needed to know.
It was Alpha Vincenzo. Why was he here? To kill me? To use me? My breath hitched at that thought and I unconsciously took several steps back but if he noticed my reaction, he did not take it into account.
“Tell me something, little girl. What magic did you use? Are you part witch perhaps?” His questions left me utterly puzzled and I stared at him with a dumbfounded expression to which he chuckled at.
The sound was far from amused, it was cold and sounded awfully void of any emotions.
“I don't like repeating myself but if you withhold the answers I'm looking for, I will pry it out of your lips by any other means necessary” the threat was there and the thought that he really would do so sent shivers of fear down my spine and my palms turned clammy.
“I-i don't know what you're saying” I forced myself to say and he took two menacing steps forward, now close to the cell door.
“Really? I find that very hard to believe. Guards” he called out and four guards rushed in, instantly opening the cell door and rushing to grab my arms.
“W-what’s going on?” I asked, fear rattling every cell in my being as I was tied to a chain that hung from the ceiling, my toes barely touching the ground.
“I'm not the good guy who asks and then leaves, I get my answers. And I clearly warned you against lying or did I not? It's unclear” he said, making a hand gesture to his men and they both took something from the dark parts of the walls of my cell.
When it came closer, I saw that it was two different whips and the scent of wolfsbane wafted into my nostrils as my wolf whimpered inside of me.
The first whip held sharp edges that looked ready to tear into skin and cut through bone if the pressure was applied right while the other one looked entangled with another. I shuddered with fear.
“But I don't know what you're talking about!” I exclaimed, my eyes wide open as I tried to get him to listen to me but he tutted as he waved a finger and the whips were raised high up in the air.
My eyes slammed close as it descended, sharp pain made me screech with agony as I tried to shift away from the whips.
They came once again, sharp and merciless and I cursed in my head as pain rendered me almost useless. What had I ever done to even deserve this! I had always played by the rules.
I had no idea what he was going on about, my vision was blurry as his voice rang again in my ears, low and taunting like he knew something that I did not know.
“Will you speak now?” He asked.
“I…. d-don't k-know wh-” I choked as his hands grabbed my neck and squeezed hard, the unpleasant feeling of suffocation making me writhe as I tried to escape his grasp.
I could feel my life ebbing away as I tried to escape his hands and take in air but he didn't let on, his hands tightening all the more as if something was egging him on.
My vision swirled on itself, my chest burning as the last of my air left my and I began to lose consciousness. That was when he released me and my mouth pulled open in a gasp.
My throat was in pain as I dragged in air, holding onto the chains like a lifeline as I shifted away from him weakly.
“Lock her up, she's oblivious” he ordered, taking a piece of cloth from a nearby guard to clean his hands like he had touched filth before he disappeared and a weak voice filled my mind.
“Selene. That man is mad” my wolf was weak, I could feel the biting poisonous wolfsbane seeping in through the wounds inflicted on my back and clearly affecting her.
Of course he was mad..why wouldn't he be? He thought my weak father had something to do with me being bought.
My father might be an Alpha but he wasn't the smartest person alive and a strategist? How laughable… he didn't have that in any of his bones, I took that crown from my mother.
She might have done so many bad things but her best qualities still went with me after I was born.
I was so weak, and could only stand weakly as they released the chains and sent me crashing heavily to the floor.
Pain exploded in my skull and I groaned lowly, f**k my body felt far too heavy. This wasn't new torture to me but it felt like it could be my very last.
So much so that my head slammed hard against the hard ground and I felt a trickle of liquid run down my forehead and then past my cheeks as they dragged me away.
They tossed me in the corner and locked me up and my vision instantly turned black.
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