The Alpha Queens Broken Mate

IV

Incogitant: [thoughtless; inconsiderate]

Reign's POV

I don't know how long I was unconscious for but it wasn't long enough for us to have reached our destination as when a groan left my lips I was slammed onto the ground again and knocked right back out. But after the third time I was knocked out it was long enough for us to be at the 'house' and for me to be locked up in a foul smelling room. I slowly open my eyes and drowsily look around to find myself laying in a cellar like room, except this one has only ladies in it, all of us chained to the wall by our wrists and neck, as I take in the girls around me my neck starts to burn, I slowly reach a hand up and weakly cry out as my fingers touches the silver collar around my throat, I whine as I move my head but stop when the same stinging pain that my fingers felt now radiates from my neck and down my spine. 

The girl next to me cries out as an unknown man grabs onto her hair roughly before pushing her onto her back and entering her unwillingly, i try to move to help the girl but am unable to reach her and I am left to watch helplessly as the man uses the poor girl who would be no older than 20. My gaze is pulled away from the horrible thing happening to the crying girl when a large man approaches my scared figure, I go to say something but my throat burns from the collar making me close my mouth and whimper through closed lips, "Hello my little mate." The man coos as he pushes his fingers through my knotted locks. 

Pushing through the pain of the collar I spit out, "Don't touch me." Before a hard slap is delivered to my cheek making my head whip to the left. 

"Don't you dare talk to me like that, I am your alpha. Talk to me like that again and I will cut out your tongue," he threatens as he grabs my chin in his grimy fingers, forcing me to face him. I spit on his face in response getting a hard punch delivered to my stomach in response before he fists my hair in his hand and pulls me to my knees and beats my stomach with his fist before ordering a whip from one of the guards standing a few meters away from me. The guard soon returns with a whip before I'm spun around, making the sting from the silver collar worse as it moves on my neck, not too long after I'm turned I feel the first crack of the whip against my back making me cry out as tears start to fall down my cheeks rapidly. The second lash follows soon after then the third and forth until I've lost count but my whole body aches with pain, another lash is made making the whip knot into my hair which had fallen from its messy bun, I whimper as my 'mate' pulls the whip harshly making my head go backwards to try as my hair is pulled with the whip, he groans before pulling a knife from his boot and hacking away at the hair caught in his whip. I cry out as he does so trying to move away but he just yanks my hair harder, I threaten him as he does so saying that I would kill him but he just laughed and continued until the whip was freed from my hair. 

He then tied my hair back up in a mess of hair and elastic before more and more lashes are made to my back until I'm begging for him to stop. But he doesn't stop. Not until he's out of breath and he can no longer swing his arm in my direction anymore so he leaves me with a kiss pressed to my temple, the girl next to me who was being used when I first woke up tries to come near me so she can comfort me but stops when the guard gives her a dirty look. She stops her movement but gives me a sympathetic look as she opens her mouth, "Breathe." She whispers, making me aware that I was holding my breath, I let out that breath shakily before I start to hyperventilate. "It's okay, it's okay, slow down, copy my breathing," she stresses he voice croaky as she takes in deep breathes so I can copy her. I try to copy her as much as I can until I'm breathing normally again, making me cry out as the pain of everything comes crashing down, I try to speak but nothing but air comes out as the collar and the knowledge of its burn stopped me from doing so.

"Shut it, slut," one of the guards says, his voice hard as he gives me a dirty look just like the one he gave the the girl beside me. 

"Are-are you our Luna?" The girl who helped me breath asks as she looks at me with wide eyes. I shake my head 'no' softly as not to hurt anything anymore than needed before letting my body crumple to the floor, i slowly curl into a foetal position and I cry softly as the other girls stare at me helplessly. 

About an hour later a male with a black buzzcut and a leather satchel approach me before aggressively pushing me onto my bruised stomach and covers the whipped skin on my back in a liquid that stings making me cry out and try to roll over but the unknown man rolls me back into my stomach and climbs over and sits on my butt so I couldn't move. I feel a cloth carelessly wipe over my wounds i scream louder as he puts more of the burning liquid on them then wipes aggressively again over my back, pain erupts in the same spot again and black spots start to cloud my vision as the pain becomes too much, before I know it I'm unconscious. 

"Reigny, Reigny, Reigny," I hear a male voice sing as a finger traces down my left arm, which is bound tightly above my head.  I try and open my eyes but am only met with darkness, I whimper softly as the thing that was tracing my arms was making its was down my naked torso. "My beautiful mate," he coos as he traces down my stomach before making his way down my thigh. 

I try to move away from him but the restraints on my arms and legs stop me from doing so, I whimper as he moves whatever he used to trace my figure up to my face and pulls down the blind fold enabling me to see the filthy room. As I look around my eyes snag on a camera in the corner with a young man standing behind it, his eyes sympathetic as he holds up large pieces of paper with bold lettering on them.  

"I need you to be a good girl for me and read the words on the cards," my so called 'mate' says as he brushes my hair away from my face. "And if you do that for me, i'll let you have some food. Does that sound good?" he says now seated on the bed next to me, at his words my stomach starts to rumble at the reminder that I haven't eaten in however long. 

A soft squeak leaves my lips as I go to speak but am cut off by the familiar burn of the collar around my throat. "Sir, she can't speak with the collar," the man behind the camera says as he stares at the collar around my neck. 

"Oh yes she can, I know she can because she's done it, which caused much pain, didn't it Reigny?" I whimper as he presses his finger against the collar around my neck. "This is her punishment for then, since she was such a naughty slut speaking up when not permitted," the foul man says as he presses harder on the collar making me cry out loudly, the young man just nods submissively before stepping back behind the camera and readying the posters I am to read off of, he follows behind him before he speaks again. "Now when I say go you will start reading, am I clear?" He says, flicking open a Swiss Army knife and holding it in my view, I nod in response before my eyes move to the camera as it starts to flash a red light at me. "Go."

Looking at the poster my eyes start to water, "T-To." I try to start but am cut off by a loud whimper that escapes me due to the pain the collar gives me from just a slight movement. 

"Speak you w***e!" the man yells at me as I sob from the pain. 

"To-to anyone who is watching," I breathe, as waves of pain goes through me. "I-I am a-a w***e who deserves everything that has and will be d-d-done to me." Tears start to fall down my cheeks as the boy flips to the neck poster, the black words glaring at me. "I-I am to be used as a woman should be, which is to be seen and not heard, to-to be tied up and-and used as my mate s-sees fit, to only eat when my m-mate allows and to bear his children before I d-die by his hands." I sob before the cards with words are dropped to the floor and the man claiming to be my mate approaches me while removing items of his clothes. 

I whimper as he approaches me, his pants off and his underwear half way there, I start to sob as he climbs on the bed, his underwear missing but a needle in his right hand. "Now little Reigny, sit still while I inject you with this beautiful medicine which will do the same as birth control does to a human." He explains as he sits over my legs and holds my head to the side while jabbing the needle into my shoulder making me cry out. "Hush, hush, my love," he whispers as he moves his body over top of me and enters me quickly making me scream, but nothing stopped him, not my screams or my begging. 

When he was finished other men followed, all doing the same thing over and over and over again, man after man of all different ages and rank entered the bedroom I was stuck in and did the same as the last, use, finish, leave, use, finish, leave, use, finish, leave, until my 'mate' closed the door and used me again while staring right at the camera before he finished and motions for the camera to be switched off. "Such a pretty girl." He whispers as I sob. "Don't cry, Little Reigny." He cooed while brushing my hair from my face, his other hand drifting down to grope one of my breasts. 

"Please," I sobbed trying to wiggle out of his grip but his large body and the ropes holding me in place restricted me from doing so. 

"Please what, slut?" He asks, his grip tightening making me cry out. 

"Leave me alone," I cry. 

"Stop crying," he demanded, his voice now angry, I tried to stop my tears but couldn't, I hated this. "I said stop crying!" He yells before slapping me, I whimpered in response before willing my tears to stay down. "Good w***e," he coos, gripping a handful of my hair and entering me again, black spots blurred my vision as he did so, his smile wide as he held the familiar Swiss Army knife against my cheek. 

"D-don't hurt me, please, no more," I sobbed but he ignored me as he dragged his knife from my right cheek up to my left eye brow, I screamed in pain, fighting against my restraints which tightened with every move. "Stop! Stop!" I screamed but he only laugh, leaning down to lick the wound. 

"Mm, so sweet," he moans, I sob as he runs his finger over the bleeding cut. "Since you were such a bad slut today I think I might do another." He smiles making me beg but he only pushes down on my collar and engraves another mark right next to the first, laughing as he does it. 

Half way through the third mark I start to lose consciousness, my eyes dropping but as soon as he sees that he motions the guy from before to come forward, in his hand a syringe containing a white liquid. I open my mouth to ask what it was and beg for him to leave me alone but he just presses harder on the collar as soon as he sees my lips parting, soon enough he buries the syringe deep in my arm, injecting me with the white liquid. 

"You can't go unconscious now, my dear," he coos fakely, I sob in response, my senses now back to what they usually are. "I have you a nice shot of adrenaline, so now you can stay awake the whole time we have fun." He smiles which only made me cry harder. 

"No more," I beg, tears falling down my temples as he realigns his knife so it's against my face where he started the third mark. As he digs the knife into my skin I start to sob, my loud screams echoing through the room, "please, stop!" I cry. "No more, no mo-re." 

"Don't tell me what to do," he snaps pulling his knife away and holding it at my lips. "Open your mouth." He demands I just sob in response, refusing to open my mouth. "Open. Now!" He growls, pressing the sharp part of the knife against my lip, I cry out before opening my mouth. "Clean it." He says, his voice dangerously low, I sob softly as I lick my blood from the knife, wincing when my tongue gets cut by the sharp edge. "Good girl," he praises, his voice bitter sweet.