Addiction

Chapter 1: Tortured

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Someone slams the door open.

I keep my head down. The footsteps making their way towards me, causes my body to shrivel up in the corner of my bed. In my peripheral vision there's a whip, by the scent I can tell that it's coated in wolfsbane.

"b***h!" The first lash hits me. My body screams in pain as the old wounds reopen and new ones are added. I bite my lip hard to distract me from the burning sensation. 

This happens on a daily basis. I'm the 'omega' of the pack. The only one here to be exact. 

He whips me appriximately 30 times. Counting helps distract me from the searing sensation. 

He finishes with a punch to my right cheek, my head snapping to the side as blood seeps from my closed lips. 

I don't move, if I stay still maybe he'll calm down and leave me alone. Not like I can do anything, he's the alpha, way more powerful than a meager, low ranked wolf like me. 

I can feel my lips turn numb from the pressure of my teeth, the wounds on my body are still very much painful and it's taking all that's within me not to make a sound.

"Get up, now!" I weakly pull myself up, standing on unstable legs. Everywhere is sore, the feeling unimaginable, but I keep a poker face on; I'm not going to give him the satisfaction of knowing how I truly feel.

He walks towards me and yanks my arm "-your taking too damn long. What the f**k is wrong with you!?" 

I give him a long, thoughtful look. Why I am I even putting up with this s**t. I'm probably going to die soon anyway, might as well die without being a submissive b***h in my last moments.

I have no idea where this new attitude has come from, and, it's fear enducing but also at the same time, it.....excites me.

All of the rage, pent up inside of me from over the years of being held captive here just explodes, my eyes, burning with an unknown power. 

"I don't know!? why don't you f*****g tell me instead dip s**t, since you seem to know so frigging much about the entire world." 

That earns me a slap. I don't flinch away from it at all, even licking the blood that came from my cut tongue and giving him a wicked smile.

"Oh, you think it's funny huh?" I'm not scared of him anymore. 

He hits me again, but it's as if there's something slowing down the reaction of my nerves. 

I grab his hand, the grip is stronger than anything you could imagine. Stronger than an alpha's own by far.

"What do you think you're doing. Hey l..l- let go!" Pathetic wolf, and I thought I was weak.

I squeeze his arm until I hear a satifying cracking noise. He howls in pain alerting the rest of the pack of a disturbance.

I can hear them coming, but I don't care. This-what I'm feeling right now, I don't want to let it go...not yet.

I grab the whip from out of his hand and start to lash out at him with it. Each strike I apply more force to it the next round, all of the moments that he and his packmates abused me flashing through my mind.

The times I begged for them to stop, but it just gave them a sick thrill instead. All of that resurfaced to the front of my mind and I just c***k. 

He can't move, paralyzed from the poison of the wolfsbane. Everyehere on his back is covered with blood, it's a gruesome sight that gives me sadistic pleasure. This is what they've turned me into.