Episode 2
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Elaine's POV.
My eyes gradually fluttered open, regaining consciousness to the stark realization that I was confined, shackled to an unyielding chair within the oppressive gloom of a dungeon. Overcome by dread, I strained against the restraints, but the chair remained steadfast and unmoving.
In that moment, the treacherous events of the morning abruptly resurfaced in my mind. The sting of betrayal, the ache of deception I nearly cried out in anguish, lamenting my failure to seize the opportunity when I had the chance to reject him.
Tears streamed down my cheeks as I bemoaned my inability to fulfill dad's expectations.
Suddenly, the door burst open, admitting a group of aggressive werewolf guards. They moved closer to me, unchained me and dragged me out of the dungeon to be placed before Luke and Andrea.
"Oh Elaine!" Luke said with a scornful laugh. "You're so pitiful." A pernicious gleam flickered in his eyes as he fixed me with his gaze.
I returned his look with an intense, unwavering stare, as if I could will him out of existence through the sheer force of my eyes. If only I could turn back the hands of time I would have summarily rebuffed his advances from the very beginning.
"Take her to the wild, kill her! and depose her body." Luke spoke, giving an order to the werewolf guards. I glanced at them one after the other with teary eyes and all I could see in their eyes was my death.
Luke walked closer to where I knelt and squat. "Your own pack will kill you, I don't want to be responsible for your death" he said and tucked the strands of my hair that covered my face to the back of my ears. "You're too naive Elaine. You shouldn't trust anybody in your next life." He said and I spat on him. That got him so angry and he slapped me across my face which made my face fall.
He snapped his finger twice and they took me out heading straight to the wild. I felt entirely disappointed at my pack warriors, they just betrayed me too. I lacked reason to live and couldn't struggle myself out of the hands of my trained warriors.
They arrived in the wild and without hesitation, one got out his pocket knife and pierced it deep on my lower abdomen. I could see he was trying to hide his fear.
I breathed heavily, struggling as blood gushed from my mouth. Suddenly, I could no longer move or breathe.
The others checked me and I faintly heard them say I was dead.
"She's dead. Let's just leave her here and go." I heard them speak, indistinctly before walking away leaving me lying there in the pool of my blood. I just wanted to be at peace. I felt a bit of joy that at least I wouldn't be alive to see Luke and remember his betrayal. I just wanted the pains to end now. Right now, I just wanted to die. I shut my eyes tight, expecting death but to no avail.
My eyes gradually opened, though the sight before me remained blurred and indistinct. A man-like figure stood directly in front of me.
"Miss, miss, miss." His deep, raspy voice called out to ask if I could hear him. However, his words reached me only faintly and unclearly.
To my surprise, I then watched as he lifted my limp body and carried me to what seemed to be his vehicle. The sharp pains I felt caused me to faint once again, slipping back into unconsciousness.
I gradually allowed my eyes to flutter open, blinking repeatedly to acclimate to the illumination that beamed directly into them.
As I surveyed my surroundings, I murmured aloud, "Is this heaven?"
In response, a deep, gravelly voice replied, "Heaven?" Suddenly, it dawned on me, I may not actually be dead. But why? I said to myself in anguish. I turned to find a doctor standing beside me.
"Who...are you?" I inquired stuttering, to which he let out an amused chuckle.
"Isn't it obvious, my dear?" He said, still having a smile on his face.
"How long have I been here?" I asked because it felt like I've been here forever.
"Just three days. You need to take a rest, you lost a lot of blood." He said and I stared at him confused. Was he the one that saved me? It doesn't sound like the voice I heard in the woods. I gazed at him firmly but couldn't recognize him.
"He could have just let me die." I said out loud in a weak tone. I know I wanted to end my life but right now I do not have the strength to get on anyone's toes. The doctor called in a nurse to give me some drugs. "Were you the one that brought me here?" I asked firmly as he was about leaving, he stopped, turned and shook his head sideways indicating a no.
The door flung open and someone I have never met before strolled in with both hands in his pockets alongside the doctor. He looked like he just fell from the heavens. His eyes were beautiful and blue in color. He had his hair long and curled backwards, my heart immediately skipped as our eyes locked. I wondered what angel was this. His handsome face and bold statue gave it all, but I had to put myself in order.
He gently walked to me, still having his hand in his pocket, staring deep in my eyes. "Are you okay?" He asked coldly. What's it to him? I stared at him, not replying. He stared at the doctor with a confused face, I'm pretty sure he was wondering if I couldn't speak but the doctor signaled I could speak.
Why does this man's face look kinda familiar, even his voice, it seems like I've heard it somewhere. I stared at him more but I couldn't remember.
"Who stabbed you!?" He asked with one of his eyebrows raised up.
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