Reclaiming Herself—Completed

Chapter Three

Danielle.

Same day as previous chapter.

***Mature content throughout the chapter. Read with caution. s****l trauma and abuse.***

Danielle groaned and rolled over. She winced as she found the wound in her ribs still not fully healed yet. Werewolves had amazing healing skills, but they weren’t perfect. Anything with silver or wolf’s bane made it more difficult to heal. Their bodies couldn’t handle the poisonous materials and were severely weakened by them, which is why d**k tended to use those as weapons of choice.

What she assumed was that morning came much too early, and a servant walked in with a hard piece of bread and a cold bowl of broth. Maybe. Hopefully it was broth. But it tasted more like dishwater to her. She had learned to just wolf it down, no pun intended. In the beginning, she’d refused to eat as a token of defiance. However, after a week, she found herself chained to d**k’s bed, where he did more than just r**e her until she ate. His sick fetishes had only grown from that moment, so Danielle made a promise to herself that she’d never return to his bed. She’d rather endure the pain and suffering of being chained to a wall than being chained to his bed. The worst part about it was that Richard knew the power he held over her with the threat of his bed dangling over her head. At least in her cell of a room, he had to leave to sleep or eat. In his room, there had hardly been a break.

Danielle had approximately five minutes to eat her sad breakfast, and she did. She attempted to make polite conversation with the guy, but he only stared at her blankly. He must be new. She hadn’t seen him before.

She evaluated the man standing before her. He was wearing old and worn out clothes. There were already a few holes in the seams of the shirt, which was several sizes too big for him. His skin was darker than hers, and she noticed that his short hair was already beginning to lose the manicured state of his last haircut. He looked to be in his younger 20s, and was tall, but scrawny. Though, perhaps it was due to the malnourishment he was already receiving. d**k needed his workers feeble in order to control them. Danielle couldn’t remember how long d**k kept newcomers in captivity before he used them. If he used them. Persons who couldn’t be sold or used to accomplish work around the pack were killed on the spot. To make it past the initial processing was a feat, but then to make it through his rigorous “training” regiment was a real accomplishment. Danielle had blocked most of her own time in “training” out of her memory by now.

“Just your name. I’m starving for conversation. Please,” Danielle tried.

The man only looked at her with fearful, brown eyes and shook his head. She understood. d**k ran his pack with an iron fist, and fear was both the carrot and stick. Newcomers into the pack learned fast how to stay alive and out of sight. Anything done out of order would result in severe punishments. People lost hands, fingers, limbs, and even loved ones for disobeying him. Caleb had lost his manhood for attempting to escape, and d**k had enjoyed it so much that he made it a standard practice when males interacted with any of the she-wolves. Danielle felt badly for the poor sap standing in front of her because it meant that he probably had also lost his.

“Well, I’ll call you…Tad,” Danielle said.

“Tad” frowned at her and shook his head.

“Okay, then how about Todd?”

Again, he shook his head in a silent ‘no’.

Danielle pursed her lips, pretending to really think about what name to choose next. “It’s gotta be a ‘T’ name. You just have that look about you. Oh! I know. Tigger! Like Winnie the Pooh!”

He gave her a look that said, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Well, imma just keep guessing until I either get it right or you accept one of the names I come up with. I was being nice with those options, but I have some super funky names in here. I mean, have you heard some of the names these people have been coming up with? Banana or Alligator or Poop Machine. People are nuts!”

The man snickered at her comment and then instantly froze when we both heard footsteps coming down the hallway.

“His name is Timothy,” d**k said as he appeared in the doorway to her cell. “I am impressed that you did, indeed, know it started with a ‘T’. Yet another amazing talent you possess.”

Timothy paled and visibly started trembling at the sight of the cruel alpha.

“Now, the rule was that he couldn’t talk to you, and I surmise that he didn’t. However, a work-around to my rules is still breaking my rules, and punishment must be paid in full. How shall I do it,” he sneered, walking a circle around the man. “Shall I take your tongue? Or should I simply maim you?”

Timothy was now as white as a sheet, barely able to meet the alpha’s eyes.

“Alpha, give me his punishment. He was doing exactly as you told him, but I wouldn’t leave it. I kept talking to him,” Danielle pleaded.

Timothy barely gave her a glance of thanks, but she saw it. She knew the risks of even attempting such a look. She only hoped that d**k would listen to her.

“Oh, don’t worry, my dear. You’ll receive your punishment in spades today. I didn’t like your little attitude yesterday. I’m sure you’ll make it up to me. Your mouth needs a very thorough cleaning, and I’ve brought just the tools to help,” he said. “And I’ll take much pleasure in doing so.”

Danielle wanted to vomit, but did her best to remain calm.

“Take everything out on me. I won’t talk to him again. I swear,” she tried again.

Richard took a hard look at her and smirked. “Alright. How badly do you want to save him? Will you do anything?”

Danielle nervously swallowed and slowly nodded. She knew this was a trap, but she wasn’t sure where he was going with it.

“Good girl. Timothy, chain her on her knees.”

She felt her body stiffen and she steeled herself to what was to come. Danielle let Timothy lead her to the wall and sank her to knees. Timothy chained each arm and then stood by the door. Richard’s eyes never left hers.

“Thank you,” he said. “You’re dismissed.”

Just as Timothy turned to go, Richard pulled on his sleeve, which forced him to turn around, and then punched him squarely in the face. Timothy fell to the floor, blood gushing from his nose.

“Never look at her again. Never react to a word she says. If you do, I’ll have your head,” he said menacingly.

Timothy only nodded and practically ran from the room. Richard turned his greedy eyes back to Danielle.

“Now, where to start? Open wide, dearest,” he commanded.

She complied, closing her eyes.

“Don’t you want to know what your punishment will be?”

Danielle remained silent, afraid to answer.

“Not curious at all?”

She heard him walk over and open a zipper. Something clinked as he picked it up and walked back to her. She heard a soft popping noise and then her mouth was on fire. She gurgled and choked on the liquid, attempting to spit it out. Richard’s hand was on her mouth in a flash, closing it and trapping the burning liquid inside. She deduced that it must be some sort of wolf’s bane concoction.

Each second was agonizingly slow before he finally let her spit it out on the ground. She coughed and gasped, feeling that her mouth was now raw and bleeding. Danielle didn’t get much relief, though, because a moment later, she felt Richard’s grip on her chin and cheeks again, forcing her mouth open once more. She felt his erect p***s jam itself into her mouth, and he immediately began f*****g her mouth, shoving his member all the way until it hit her throat.

“You. Will. Open. Your. Eyes. As. I. f**k. You,” he said in between each thrust.

Danielle squeezed her eyes shut even tighter, pulling against the silver chains that bit into her skin and sizzled the flesh.

Richard paused his movements and sank his claws into her skull. “If you don’t, I’ll kill Timothy slowly in front of you. Don’t think I won’t.”

Terrified, she opened her eyes, and he grinned victoriously as he resumed thrusting. She looked away and searched for a spot on the wall to distract herself. She needed to look at anything except his hungry, vile eyes.

However, he gripped her harder and growled, “Look at me or he’s as good as dead.”

She returned her eyes to his, and a few moments later, he came hard into her mouth. Harder than he ever had before. Richard made her swallow his sperm, leaving his c**k in her mouth to not only make it difficult for her, but to feel her tongue slide over his p***s. Finally, he slid out of her mouth, and she slumped forward.

Richard chuckled. “Oh, I’m not done with you yet. Your punishment for talking to the boy will be looking at me the entire time I f**k you today. I love it when you watch me f**k you hard. As you can tell, it’s my biggest turn on. Those eyes. Those beautiful, red eyes.”

Danielle remained slumped in her half sitting, half squatting position. She didn’t dare speak. She didn’t want to provoke him. For whatever reason, her fiery personality was muted; her instincts told her to tread carefully.

“Tonight, to finish your punishment, you will be spending the night with yours truly,” he said nonchalantly.

She felt her body turn ice cold. It wasn’t that she now regretted her decision to save Timothy, it was that she feared what he’d do to her there. Danielle never let herself think about what happened last time. She couldn’t face the memories.

“Won’t that be fun?”

“Keep me down here, please,” she whispered.

“Oh? Not so defiant today, are we?” he taunted.

She trembled as he knelt in front of her, placing a hand on her cheek.

“Where was the fierce Danielle from yesterday? I’d love to f**k the zeal right out of her body. Give her to me.”

She frowned. He wanted her to defy him? Was he really asking her to try to piss him off?

“I see your confusion, and since I’m a generous alpha, I’ll explain it to you. I love that hard demeanor almost as much as those eyes of yours. Almost as much as your soft, silky skin,” he said as he slid two fingers down her neck and over her breasts. “Your refusal to accept me is part of your charm. It’s why I’ve kept you for so long. Every time I think I have you figured out, you challenge me and make me want you more. You’re the biggest tease, and the best f**k I’ve ever had. Even my mate couldn’t compare to you. You’re perfection.”

He breathed her in and licked up the side of her face.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he lustfully stated. “You’re mine.”

Danielle shuddered at the words.

“I’ll see you tonight.”