CHAPTER 5
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Nicole's POV
Tears pooled in my eyes as the guards dragged me carelessly to the center ground, where Camille was standing with her blonde best friends and some guards.
Her eyes lit up in delight as she saw the guards dragging me on the ground like a piece of trash. Her smile became wider as we approached her, and the minute she saw the bruises I had on my face, she broke into laughter.
“I can't believe you were stupid enough to actually spike my drink, lock me up in a cold, mosquito-filled room, and try to get married to my man.” She said with a gleeful smile on her face. The look of satisfaction on her face showed that she had been waiting desperately for this day.
“Can you imagine that, girls? She really tried stealing my identity.” Her bimbos rolled out their fake laughter, and I almost yelled at them to shut up, but of course, I was fighting for my life.
Camille approached me menacingly as the guards forced me to remain on the ground. Her eyes, filled with mischief and delight, roved around me.
“I mean, I can't believe I thought for a second that you were starting to get a hang of this life.” Her words stabbed my heart, but I couldn't take my eyes off her.
“And you had the guts to desire my man and put your dirty, wretched body in my expensive dress. You stupid b***h!” She lost it for a second and slapped me hard across my face. The hit on my face broke my lips and caused blood to rush out.
Tears threatened to fall from my eyes, but I held it in like always. I wasn't going to let this spoiled brat win over me.
“Today, I'll show you the stuff I'm made of. I'll teach you to never mess with me in your entire life.” She spat at me. She stepped back to join her girls. They formed a circle and started whispering.
“Looks like they're planning how to kill you.” The guard from earlier whispered to me. My heart was engulfed in deep fear; I'd started to imagine what the afterlife would be like after I died.
Two guards worked in with all sorts of torture weapons. Whips, chains, knives, daggers, spikes, anything you can think of. They placed them on a table I didn't see earlier, and that was when my heart started to race even faster.
“I'm sorry… I'm sorry… I would never do it again. I'll leave… I'll do anything…please…” I finally broke and started begging. Tears had started to fall from my eyes at the thought of how much torture I would go through before dying.
Camille, however, wasn't having it. She ignored my words and strutted to the torture table like a model. I noticed that she'd bleached hers to be really bright…almost as bright as mine.
“Wait, is she trying to copy me?” I asked myself but had no time to answer.
“Which one would make you feel more pain? Let's see.” She picked up every tool on the table and examined them carefully until she landed on the whip.
“Ah! A whip for a w***e, perfect!” Her voice sounded like that of a high schooler getting a new backpack. She didn't try to hide the excitement and anticipation in her voice. The whips had spikes on them that could easily tear through a person's skin. Obviously, she was going for that effect.
She handed both whips to the guards that brought them in. “I need you both to give her a hundred lashes. As hard as you can.” She smiled, and the men stepped forward.
“No…no…please…no…” I begged with desperation.
“Next time, you'll learn to stick to your place.” Camille seethed with a fake smile. The men raised the whips to give me the first lash, and I closed my eyes, waiting for it to land.
“Stop!” Xavier's voice interrupted the room.
“What?” Camille and I blurted out at the same time. Camille shot me a hard glare while I tried to comprehend what was going on.
Why was Xavier trying to save me from the same thing he was technically going to do?
Camille walked up to him with confusion on her face. He smiled and took her hands.
“I know how much you want to punish her, honey. Trust me, I do, but the elders are around for a meeting right now, and we cannot have them listening to her cries.” He explained to Camille. She didn't look satisfied by his explanation and almost recoiled at his touch.
As for me, I was still in shock. I didn't expect that Xavier would step in and stop the torture. After all, he was the Alpha, and all the elders could do was murmur.
“But baby, she ruined our big day, and you're not letting me punish her to my satisfaction. I don't like this.” Camille protested while I thanked the moon goddess for stepping in right on time.
He pulled her by her waist and kissed her forehead.
“You'll have all the time to do that soon, honey. I promise you. Let's just keep it away from the elders' ears for now.” He repeated and kissed her again.
Camille shot a hard glare at me; her eyes burned with fury and hatred, but since Xavier's hands were wrapped around her waist, there was nothing she could do.
“Throw her back in the dungeon. I'll be back for her.” She ordered the guards and left with Xavier.
The minute they stepped out, I decided to cut myself off from the drama. I started it in the first place, so I should be the one to end it.
The guards left me to pack the torture weapons, so I used that as my chance.
“I, Nicole Coleman, reject Alpha Xavier Newman as my mate. I no longer have any interest in becoming his mate as of this moment.” I rolled out with conviction, and for the first time since the drama started, hot tears of relief streamed down my eyes.
“Freedom at last,” I muttered.
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