Forbidden

Chapter 2

“Yea, you know that thing that people sometimes do. I came here to hike through the forest when that guy.” I pointed towards my capture. “Hit me on the head and brought me here.” I motioned around me.

He furrowed his brows. “What’s your name?” He questioned.

I scoffed. “What does it matter? You’re probably going to kill me, so why introduce myself.” I spat.

“I asked you a question; now answer me.” He said in a lethal tone.

I groaned. “Amelia, my name is Amelia. Now can you please let me go? You have no right to kidnap me and keep me here when I was just f*****g hiking.” I yelled in his face; I was becoming angry now.

He raised his hand and backhanded me across the face. “Do not raise your voice at me! And I will do as I please.” He stood to his full height and towered above me, snarling down at me. He turned on his heels and towards the door.

He glanced back at me. “Keep Amelia here……for now.” He said to the other man, and he nodded in response.

My eyes widened in shock and horror. “No, let me go. You can’t f*****g do this.” I hollered at him. I stood up as much as I could and struggled with the chains, pulling on them with all my strength. The sharp metal dug into my skin, and blood began to drip down my fingers, but I didn’t care. My panic level was now in overdrive. Tears began to prick at my eyes as I feared for the worst. Before exiting the cell, he stopped in his tracks but didn’t look back at me.

“Please, I’m begging you, don’t do this.” I pleaded with him as tears were now streaming down my face.

He straightened himself and continued out of the cell, locking the door behind him and disappearing from my sight.

“f**k!” I screamed aloud.

I came here to Killarney park, just to go hiking, as a tribute to my parent’s memory. I just wanted to relax and enjoy myself, try to ease the pain I was dealing with, the heartbreak I was enduring, and now, I was utterly screwed. So I collapsed, my knees hitting the hard floor, as tears stained my cheeks, thinking about the fact that my life was now over. I was going to die or rot in this cell for the rest of my days.

Chapter 3: Alone in a cell – Part 1/2

WARNING!

This chapter contains scenes of physical and s****l assault. Please continue ahead to the next chapter if such settings may upset you or cause you to be uncomfortable.

You have been warned!

Damon POV:

I walked out of the cell and down the hall. Her screams and cries flooded my ears as I took each step. I tensed up, clenching my fists at my side, trying to fight the urge to turn around and run back to her, capturing her in my arms. Instead, I decided against it, causing my wolf to growl at me in response to my actions and choices.

I reached my office finally, opening the door and entering, motioning for Luca to enter and close the door behind him. I sat in my chair and faced Luca. “The execution is off. She is to remain in that cell until I’ve decided what to do with her, is that clear?” I stated firmly.

He raised a brow. “Yes, Alpha. But why is the execution off? What if she is a hunter? What if there are others with her? She could be a great threat to us and should be dealt with as soon as possible.” He stated.

I sat up straight in my chair, glaring at him. “Amelia is a mere human and poses no threat to us. She is not to be harmed in any way; do I make myself clear?” I said in a deep Alpha tone.

He squinted his eyes at me, unsure of my decisions, but nodded in agreement, knowing he couldn’t go against me or fight me.

I leaned back in my chair, breathing heavily and gripping my hair in frustration. I growled loudly and threw everything from my desk. That beautiful human is my f*****g mate! My wolf was pacing circles in my head, howling to be with her. As much as I wanted to be with her, too, we couldn’t. Humans and wolves don’t mate together, ever! It was one of our most precious and abided by laws.

What the f**k am I going to do with her now? My wolf would die if I killed her, and he would never allow me to let her go, and I didn’t want to either. I’m screwed!

Amelia POV:

I had woken up hours later, after crying myself to sleep on the cold, hard floor. My wrists throbbed from the chains, my body ached from laying on the floor, and my head was pounding. I had hoped to wake up and realize that this was all just a horrible, horrible nightmare. But, to my dismay, I was still chained up in this cold and smelly cell. It was a nightmare, but not the one I had hoped to be.

I looked around for something, anything to help me break free of these chains. I could see what looked like an old rusty nail; that would work! I reached out for it, but my chains restricted me. I removed my boots and stretched my body out as far as possible, trying to reach the nail with my foot. I was so close; my big toe was almost able to get it. I stretched out just a bit more, groaning from the pain; just as my toes touched the nail, I heard the thumping of boots nearing my cell. I quickly sat back up and fixed myself, making it appear as if I was doing nothing.

A man approached my cell. He wasn’t as tall as the others or as muscular. He had bright orange hair, dull green eyes, and scars on his face. He smiled at me, revealing his chipped and discoloured teeth.

His eyes locked with mine. “Well, well, what do we have here.” He licked his lips.

I scrunched my face up in distaste.

He grinned deviously. “You look delicious enough to eat.”

I just sat there, staring daggers at him and remaining silent.

His hands clasped around the metal bars of the cell, and he brought his face closer. “Ever been with the big bad wolf, gorgeous?”

I didn’t reply but found his words to be an exciting choice and strange.

“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue? Or should I say wolf?” He laughed at his joke. What does he mean by a wolf?

He sniffed the air around him, and his eyes widened.

“Oh, you’re a human.” He smiled wickedly. Why did he refer to me as a human? He is human, too, right?

He pulled a key from his pocket, unlocked the door, and entered the cell, closing the door behind him. I backed myself into the wall even more; the look on his face had me fearing for my life now.

He slowly stalked towards me, with a menacing grin plastered across his face. “Don’t worry, darling; I’ll be gentle.” Gentle? What was he going to do?

“Get out, now.” I boomed, trying to remain calm.

He reached for his belt and began to unbuckle it. My eyes widened in horror as I realized what was about to happen. I was frozen in my spot for a beat, shock and horror consuming my mind and body.

He smirked. “I promise you’ll enjoy this or not, but I definitely will.”

He grabbed ahold of my hair, forcing me onto my knees. I clawed at his hands, attempting to get him to release me, but he just laughed at my efforts. Next, he tore my shirt from my body, leaving me in my bra. The grotesque man then bent down and kissed me roughly. I took this opportunity and bit down on his lip, hard. He stumbled back and growled as he wiped a small amount of blood from his lip.

He slapped me hard, causing me to fall face-first onto the floor. “You b***h! You’re going to pay for that.” He snarled at me.

He unbuckled my pants and flipped me over onto my stomach, he began to pull down my pants, and I fought with him to keep them up.

“No, please don’t do this. I’m begging you.” I pleaded, tears now pouring down my face.

He gripped my pants tightly and, in one swift movement, ripped them from my skin, leaving me in my underwear now. I felt sick to my stomach at the thought of what was to come next. I was shaking uncontrollably; this can’t be happening! Please, someone, save me!

I felt his hands roam up my thighs and clutch both sides of my underwear. Then, just as he was about to pull them down, a loud, dangerous growl flooded the air within the cell, and someone then tore the man from me. I lay there, unable to move, as shock and fear consumed my body. I wanted to see who had saved me, but I couldn’t bring myself to move or to look.

Growls and snarls echoed throughout the room. I heard blood-curdling screams coming from someone as wetness splashed my body. I whimpered and flinched with each horrific scream. I covered my ears with my hands, but that did little to drown out the disturbing sounds. Finally, however, the cries had ceased just as quickly, and the room fell silent. I slowly began to pick myself up off the floor, but large hands gripped my arms and carefully lifted me up and onto my shaky feet. I cringed in terror and tried to pull away, but the person was too strong.

“Stop! You’re going to hurt yourself.” A deep yet soft male's voice rang in my ears.

I peeked around my shoulder to get a glimpse of who the voice belonged to, and it was the same man from earlier that had come to my cell, the man who made my mouth water with s****l desire. However, he was also the same man that had put his hands on me and hurt me. I instinctively covered myself and shielded my body from him, not wanting the man to see me like this. Even though I had done nothing wrong, I felt ashamed and disgusted with myself.

Chapter 4: Alone in a cell – Part 2/2

His hold became soft yet firm. “I am not going to hurt you, ok?” He said in a soothing tone, and as much as I didn’t want to, I believed he was being honest. He turned me around to face him and inspected my body. I looked up at him, noticing that regret and sympathy were masking his features.

His hand came up and caressed my face, where the other man had slapped me. His upper lip twitched, and he released a slight growl. Wait! The other man, where did he go? I glanced around the room, looking for him. I peered around the man’s large frame and noticed the other man’s body, lying lifeless, in a pool of blood. My eyes widened in horror as fear's icy grip took hold of me. I looked up at the man still gripping my arm; his neutral face expressed no emotions. I wiggled in his grasp and tried to back away from him, but his grip tightened on me.

“Stop, now! I assure you; he is still alive, just badly injured. I do not condone that behaviour. It is strictly forbidden, and he deserved what he got.” He said through gritted teeth.