It's time
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The rusty shackles holding her upright jerked wildly as Hazel writhed against the searing lash flung across her back. Her breath seized in her throat, and a moan that was strangled escaped her bleeding lips.
The whip's sting wasn't the worst part of it anymore. The waiting, the interval between each blow, every f*****g expectation was what it was. Although the unbearable pain, she didn't display her fear. She stayed strong and proud, enticing a different kind of furry in the guards.
"What'd you think?" one of the guards asked, letting the whip dangle loosely from his hand, caressing her lower thighs while grinning ominously. "How about we take a hit with her? She looks yummy as f**k. There's no chance the Alpha will discover it. He wouldn't even mind us peeing on her face, haha."
"Yeah," the second guard agreed, circling and threatening her like a predator. "He’s too caught up in his grief to care what we do down here. Actually, he might even enjoy her cries and agony, what do you think princess? Haha you definitely look like a great sucker with that wide mouth of yours hahaha"
Hazel lifted her head slowly, her eyes deadly and icy with a narrowed look. Her lips curled into a weak, nonchalant smirk.
“Do it,” she rasped, her voice barely a whisper, bursting in a quick sharp laughter. “Might be your only chance to ride a real woman.”
The first guard’s smile faded away while the second groaned in irritation. He stepped forward and grabbed her by the throat, squeezing tightly enough to choke her, but not enough to knock her out.
“You think you’re brave?” he breathed into her face. “You think that arrogance inspires respect?”
Hazel coughed, blinking through the chock and weakness, still grinning despite the blood on her teeth and her wounded lips. “No. I think you’re pathetic.”
He pushed her back hard, and her head hit the stone wall behind her with a cracky sound. Her vision blurred up, but she stayed conscious, just enough to spit another mocking laughter.
“Let’s see how funny you found yourself after this,” he said, gesturing to the others.
They let down their whips and turned around.
They employed slender, pointed, silver-heated rods that hissed as they contacted her body because of the fire that ran through them. After one guard slammed it against her side, right below her ribs, Hazel bit her lip so forcefully that she tasted metal—her own blood—before letting out a sharp grinding scream.
The other guard chuckled. "That's closer to it now." She drooped in her restraints, breathing in irregular, weak breaths. She heard chains rattling once more before they dipped a rag in a basin of dark, dirty saltwater and used it to wipe her new burns.
She screamed, her voice broken and hoarse, and they smiled. Although her knees gave out, she remained upright due to the shackles. Every time, they did.
Time lost meaning.
It hurt all the time, like breathing and beating. Even though her entire body shook and every nerve was burning with pain, she forced herself not to beg in the back of her mind. refused to use the terms "mercy" or "please."
She was left hanging, her body covered in blood, salt, and perspiration, after they had finally exhausted themselves. One of the guards hung about, narrowing his gaze at her.
“You know what’s funny?” another one of the guards muttered, lighting a cigarette as he stared at her slumped form. “You look just like her the alpha mother, the one who abandoned him.
He exhaled a cloud of smoke in her face, watching as her head lolled to the side.
“You’ll die screaming,” he promised. “And I’ll be there to watch.”
"You know, I was actually pitying your alpha before now, thinking that whatever it was that he was doing was just as a result of what happened to his wife, I even thought I went too far for saying that he deserved to lose her, but now, I see that you're all just a bunch of rogues calling yourselves wolves," She spat out the thick mix of blood and saliva on his face.
"You b***h!" the guard snarled, slapping her cheek for the blood. The sound of bone-on-bone reverberated in the stone dungeon as Hazel's skull snapped to one side. Blood dripped from her nose, and the metallic taste in her tongue grew stronger.
She forced herself to stay awake by blinking hard. to remain alert. Because her stomach turned at what she saw next. The guard's fingers yanked at the blood-soaked cloth that clung to her body as he grasped at her tattered shirt tearing it off. He growled, his breath hot and nasty, "When I'm done with you, we'll see how much of that smart mouth you've got left."
“No…” she whispered, thrashing in her chains. “No.” Her voice cracked, raw from screaming, from pain—but there was real panic in it now. Not for the whips. Not for the burns. But this, she could take everything else but it'd be over her dead body to let a man r**e her.
As the guard started tearing at the last piece of her clothing, her legs kicked wildly and futilely, her body struggling with what little life she had left. The harsh, gut-wrenching shriek she let out was not one of fear but of hate and wrath.
And then—
“What the f**k is going on down here?!”
The voice cracked through the dungeon like thunder.
Draco.
Before the guard could even turn, Draco was on him, he threw a punch, twice as hard as the one the guard threw on Hazel's face.
"Beta Draco," The guard pleaded, begging as he squirmed in pain.
"She's just a prisoner, a murderer, why are you..." He didn't complete when a kick landed between his legs.
"She is to be killed, and not to be r***d by you bastards," Draco growled, staring at Aria with something akin to pity.
"Get her ready to be executed," he ordered without taking another glance at her.
But that was preferable to Hazel, she'd rather for than be alive in a pack that was stupid enough to not see the truth in front of them.
The guards bowed and walked toward Hazel, breaking the chains that hanged her up.
She fell to the groundx slamming her already broken ribcage against the hard Stone on the floor.
"Drag her out," Draco ordered and turned to leave.
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