The Alpha Queens Broken Mate

VIII

Alew: [ a cry of despair ]

Reign's POV

It's been three days since I first arrived at this place, and the last three days have been almost the same as the first except this time there was no video camera, I woke up on the same bed in the same room and was used by the same men plus more. I was however fed some scraps of bread yesterday evening and given a bowl of water which I was forced to drink out of like some sort of animal. 

This morning though, I woke up freezing, my body strapped down with thick restraints against a metal surface, I whimpered as he slid a silver blade down my throat in long straight lines over the collar secured around my throat then down to my protruding collarbones. 

"Good morning, w***e," he greets before stroking my hair tenderly. "I have a very special day planned for us my girl," he starts. "And since you were being a w***e for the last two days we will be doing yesterday and the day before's session today." The excitement in his voice scared me and I tried hard to keep my tears at bay but they slipped out which made him very mad, "what have I said about crying?" 

"I'm sorry, please don't hurt me," I pleaded but he just slapped me before stabbing his knife he was using to trace lines on my neck into my thigh, I screamed as he did so before breathing heavily, trying to fill the pain. 

"Quiet," he snapped before gripping my hair and smashing my head against the metal table I was tied to. I sob loudly in response, my body shaking in fear, "I don't want to hear another squeak from you, if I do I will punish you more severe than you could ever imagine." He threatens, and I hold in my sobs which only made my body shake against the table. "Now, I've got some help with me today as I don't want my hands getting dirty," he smiles sadistically down at me. "So I want you to keep as still as you can for me, and if you beg for anything I will gag you."

As he speaks those words the doors to my left opened and three men walked in all of them in filthy clothing, one of the three sets up the same camera from a few days ago as the other two approach my restrained body, "Alpha," the greet, bowing their heads slightly in respect which makes me sick, how could they respect this man as much as they did when he is so cruel and messed up? 

"You know what you need to do," he says, moving towards a chair near a small table not too far from the doors. He picks up a cloudy glass of liquid that sat on the table and sips it before motioning for the two men to start, I cry out loudly when a silver knife slices through the skin of my stomach repeatedly, drawing symbols with the knife whilst another knife slices my left forearm in a different pattern with different symbols. I cried out as they did so, trying desperately not to beg them to stop but eventually caved in when cuts were made all over my body. "Stop! Please, no more." I begged, they stopped for a moment making me sigh in relief, thinking they listened, but I was foolish in thinking that they had stopped just from those mere words, instead one of the gagged me with a thick cloth while the other tipped some sort of blue ink over the carvings he had made on my stomach and red ink over the carvings on my forearm before they both continued to mark me from my neck to my ankles. 

It felt like forever before they stopped, I screamed through the gag to whole time, which was utterly useless, my body trembled in agony but as soon as I looked like I was going to pass out he would inject me with the same white liquid from the first day which made my blood pump and my body become alert again, when they finally stopped I was stained in all different colours, the ink seeping into each individual cut and marking. The two man who carved up my skin left silently leaving him and I alone in the dimly lit room, I sobbed through the cloth in my mind begging for unconsciousness or something that would take away the excruciating pain and endless sting from the ink filled cuts smothering my skin. When he stood from his chair and started to come towards me I struggled against the restraints my words muffled as I begged him to leave me alone, to let me go home, but he ignored me and wiped away my tears, staring down at my body lustfully, like my pain was his pleasure. 

"Would you like some water?" He asks, smoothing my hair back as if my body wasn't convulsing with pain, I nodded gently my neck screaming in protest but my dry throat was in need of water. He smiled evilly down at me before slowly removing the cloth from my mouth, "Don't speak." He demanded before spreading the cloth over my face. 

I jolted when the table I was strapped to started moving, my mind went a hundred miles an hour before a tap was turned on and I was choking on water, I screamed loudly when the water went over my nose and mouth, restricting me from breathing. 

"Drink up slut," he laughed, I started to panic when my mind started to fog, my body trashing against the restraints. I tried to scream but only choked on more water, then all of a sudden the water stopped, I tried to breathe again but the sopping cloth stopped me from doing so, he laughed sadistically before removing the cloth. 

I fell into a coughing fit as I tried to get all the water from my lungs, I turned my head slightly and cough up water onto the metal tray I was laying on before dragging in deep breaths to fill my lungs with oxygen. When I could breathe again I sobbed, my mind still in a panic when he moved the cloth back over my face again but I started screaming and begging. "No, no more, please! N-No more!" I cried, still racking in as much air as I could. "Please!" He just laughed at me and brushed his thumb over my cheek to catch a fallen tear. 

"You don't call the shots, sweetheart," he says sweetly before the cloth was flattened over my face again and water constricted me from breathing in any air. My mind started to fog again, alarmingly quick this time, I was losing consciousness, my body was slowly shutting down, my struggling becoming weaker until I stopped and gave in. Being dead would be better than being here. Just kill me now. 

Don't think like that, Reign, think about mama and papa and Damon, think about Asher and Maya and Amber! The thought of leaving them all behind lingered like a bad smell, overtaking my senses, I started to struggle again, a new found strength coming over me as I push the fog away and struggled until one of my arms became free and I could pull the cloth from over my face. I coughed up the water again, taking in deep breaths before he held my arm back down. "What do you think you're doing?" He asks, digging his nails into the already torn skin on my forearm. I cried out but continued to struggle at the restraints, ignoring the pain which ripples through my entire body, all I cared about in that moment was stopping him and getting out of this-this hell house. So I pushed and pulled at the restraints, ignoring the booming laugh that escaped him at my struggling, "Stop it." He snaps, but I kept going, the thought of my family pushing me to continue. "Stop it!" He booms bashing his fist against my chest, effectively winding me. 

My struggling stopped as I tried to catch my breath but failed as he shoved the wet cloth into my mouth, I screamed through the wet rag, choking on the water that dropped down my throat, he ignored my screams as I continued to struggle for freedom until he got fed up and punched me in the temple, rendering me unconscious.