Reclaiming Herself—Completed

Chapter Five

Danielle.

Same day as previous chapter.

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

Danielle still couldn’t tell time, but when Timothy entered her cell, she knew it had to be night. Her arms ached and her body was sore from the position she’d been stuck in. Timothy mimed an apology as he limped towards her.

“Please. No. I saved you. Don’t do this,” she pleaded, tears threatening to escape. “Please, Timothy.”

He looked upon her with pity, even though he had a busted nose and a black eye. There was deep bruising on the side of his face as well. It seemed as though d**k had found him after he’d left her.

She whimpered when he released her from her bonds, and she crashed to the floor. She had barely any energy left and couldn’t stand on her own. She was shaking as Caleb then entered the cell as well. Her pleading eyes met his. She was desperate.

“Caleb. You have to help me. I can’t. I can’t go back there,” she cried.

He gently picked her up, even though she squirmed in his arms to escape. “I wish I could save you. I wish I could save us all.”

He carefully set her on the bed and held a lukewarm bowl of soup to her lips. She shook her head, but Caleb was insistent.

“You gotta eat. You gotta survive this,” he said quietly. “Just a little sip.”

With Caleb’s help, she ended up consuming the entire bowl. Her heart sank when he took out the rest of the things from the bag he’d brought in. In his hands, he held a leash with a silver collar, and a sheer, slip-on nighty. He helped cloth Danielle before clasping the collar onto her neck. His fingers sizzled the same as her own flesh from the silver.

The three were silent as they exited the room, Caleb leading Danielle with Timothy following behind. Timothy quickly made his getaway once they were out of the dungeons. They knew better than to talk. Richard always had spies that reported to him around. They never knew who would sell out their fellow pack members in order to receive favor from Richard.

“Look at that tasty snack!” a voice called out to them.

Danielle instinctively scooted closer to Caleb in order to hide as she took her wobbly steps. She wanted to hide from the voice–from its owner–who was almost as evil as the alpha.

Beta Antonio waltzed into their line of sight, his greedy eyes taking in her almost naked form. He knew that Richard would have his head if he saw him. She was only for the alpha; however, the other males in the pack would play a game of sneaking looks at her when he wasn’t around. It was supposedly a way of proving their manliness. Whoever objectified her the most was apparently the most manly. Thankfully, no other male had touched her, but she had heard rumors of a prize for anyone who could r**e her without the alpha knowing. Caleb had confirmed the rumors a little while back when he mentioned that every time another man looked at her naked body, they had to put in a dollar for the prize fund. She shuddered at the thought of how much that might be.

“Where is this sweet piece of ass getting carted off to?” Antonio asked.

“The alpha, sir,” Caleb said in a monotone.

Antonio smacked his lips. “Oooh. He gets her all night? The lucky bastard. Don’t I wish I could have me some of that juicy pussy.”

Caleb continued walking. He knew the consequences of arriving late. Beta or not, he did not want to be on the receiving end of whatever cruel punishment Richard thought of next. Caleb would rather deal with Antonio later than Richard.

“Give her to me. Let me take her to Alpha Richard. Let me have a turn. You must be so hard from just touching her fine ass,” Antonio joked. “Oh wait, you ain’t got nothing down there no more.”

He howled in laughter, and a few others around joined in.

“You’re a sorry excuse for a man. You should have ended your life the moment you turned into a Ken-doll. Ain’t got no pleasure stick to please your woman. Ain’t got no reason to live. Kill yourself. I dare ya,” he continued.

Caleb ignored him and made it across the foyer to the stairs. He started to climb up, and Danielle felt her heart sink further with every step. The closer they got to his room, the faster her heart raced. Every step was a struggle.

The beta and his crowd dispersed quickly after they made it to the top, fearing for themselves in case Richard did make an impromptu appearance.

“Please,” she mouthed at Caleb. “Please don’t.”

Caleb only shook his head in sorrow. His eyes conveyed the brokenness within himself for not being able to stand up to the alpha. His eyes conveyed the hopelessness he felt, and the pain he knew he was inflicting on her for taking her to his room. In that one look, they shared a sad, serene moment of being lost, torn apart, and giving up all at once. They understood each other and knew that neither could save the other.

He stopped in front of Alpha Richard’s room. The double doors were already open, and though he wasn’t in the room yet, she believed she’d never make it back out of that room. Caleb continued forward, leading her to the bed and tethering her to the headboard. He then shackled her to his bed, gave her one last apologetic look, and closed the doors.

Danielle peered out of the windows. Across from the giant bed she was tied to where big, glass doors that led to a balcony. It was the first time she’d seen the outdoors in–well, she didn’t know how long. With both her wrists and ankles chained to the bed, she knew she couldn’t approach the window, but she looked with longing. Perhaps, before she was to die, she could feel the grass beneath her feet once more. Perhaps she could smell the crisp air on an autumn day. Perhaps she could–

The door flew open, and Richard bounced in. His demeanor was eager and he stripped as soon as the door was closed.

“I’ve been waiting all day for this. You are my treat. I worked hard today so that I could earn you,” he said casually, staring at her.

She closed her eyes immediately when she saw him and sat with her back against the bed frame, legs perched in front of her with her hands clasped. The chains were looser on his bed than in her cell. She knew that he’d want her from the front as well as the back, so they had to give her the ability to move around. At least these bindings weren’t made of silver. Richard wasn’t an i***t, and he certainly didn’t want to get burned, though he wasn’t adverse to mixing his pain in with his pleasure.

“Nothing? Again? Won’t you talk to me, my dear, dear Danielle? I miss the sound of your voice. Talk to me.”

“What do you want to hear?”

He closed his own eyes and smiled. “Ah, there it is. Say anything. It doesn’t matter. It turns me on.”

Danielle grimaced.

“TALK! NOW!” he boomed.

Taking a deep breath, gathering what courage she could and said, “I’d love to strangle you in your sleep. To carve you up and serve you to your disgusting pack members. To throttle you–”

His hand was on her throat in an instant, and he slammed her head against the headboard. She saw stars.

He chuckled. “Careful now. You don’t want to get me too aroused.”

Richard then peppered her jaw with soft kisses, nipping at her skin. He moaned into her neck and then on her breast.

“Keep talking,” he commanded.

“I don’t think I will. You’ll c*m before I even finish my…”

She could feel his hard p***s rubbing the side of her as he laughed.

“Well, aren’t you clever.”

Richard removed his hand and pushed her legs down and apart. He quickly got on top of her and entered her forcefully. He was done in a matter of minutes. She closed her eyes and went to the safe place in her mind until he was done.

“You do know you’re mine, right?”

She didn’t answer.

“Say it. Say you’re mine.”

“No. I’d rather die.”

He snarled at her and then bit down on her neck, his canines piercing her skin where her marking spot was. She let out a scream, unable to stop herself. She didn’t want this. She didn’t want him. This isn’t the life she thought she’d have. He wasn’t her mate. What little hope she had of meeting her mate now fluttered away like a dead leaf in the wind.

“You’re mine now, b***h,” he growled, tearing the sheer gown off her body forcefully.

The pain started to subside, and she laid there motionless while he forced himself on her again and again. He used different torture techniques on her, and she hurt like she hadn’t before. She couldn’t keep the screams from ripping out of her mouth, and with every sign of pain she showed, he grew more and more aroused. It wasn’t until the sun started to rise that Richard seemed to have his fill. She already didn’t remember bits and pieces of the night, and at one point, she had fallen asleep while he left to shower to escape the pain. She had woken up to him inside her and his claws digging into each of her breasts. The pain was unbearable, as he had laced his fingernails with wolf’s bane. She had bite marks all over her stomach and back, his canines leaving deep gashes.

The mattress was steeped in her blood, and it dried all around her, sticking to her. He lapped it up like a lunatic and carved out more from her. He muttered over and over again how she was his, and how he’d never be satisfied enough to stop taking her when he wished.

Danielle was in and out of consciousness until she found herself back in her cell. It was empty, save a rock-hard piece of bread and a cold bowl of soup. Picking up the bowl, a piece of paper fluttered down to the floor. She grabbed it, and read, “I’m sorry.”

She wept, letting the soup spill onto the ground, drenching the note until it was no longer legible. She hugged her knees to her chest and cried, letting it all out. She had nothing left to give. She was drained of everything she was. She was broken.