Too Late For Redemption: Rise Of The Lycan Queen

Chapter Twelve

CHAPTER TWELVE: Like A Good Cockslut

Ariela's P. O. V

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I recoiled visibly when his cold hand brushed along my arm before he ripped the sleeve of my top at the helms and exposed my skin.

"Hmm.." He purred deeply, his bassy voice vibrating like a deeply drawn, guttural growl.

If I were a clueless human, he'd be the first person I suspect to be a supernatural creature. His beastly nature is very outspoken and outstanding.

"I heard cold compresses reduce swelling and bruising."

What? Before I could even fully process what he'd just said, I was startled by his terrifying swiftness and strength. In the blink of an eye he had scopped me up into his arms and was heading deeper into the office with me. I've been heree before, I recognized that fire place and that bathtub mounted in the center of the room.

Without any warning whatsoever, alpha Landon threw me into an ice bath and I nearly bashed my head but that wasn't the worst of it! The second my body fully submerged in the icy water I screamed at the top of my lungs. It felt like I had just fallen on a million pins, it felt like every nerve ending in my body had been ripped open by a vicious current of electricity. This was unnatural. Water can't get this cold. Water is not this caustic. I feel the maddening cold wrap around my bones as I fought to pull myself out of the bath. As soon as my torso resurfaced, brutish force was exerted on my already brutalized body.

He truly wanted to kill me or wanted me to taste death, excruciatingly agonizing, heinous death. Alpha Landon held me down until my lungs started feeling like they were engulfed by flames, until I could no longer struggle, until I was seconds away from death then he pulled my head out and I drew in air sharply coughed uncontrollably. Each cough felt like a glass shard impaling my lungs but I couldn't stop coughing. The pain was insufferable. Please, I just wanted to die already, I couldn't take it anymore.

And he just watched. He was just there, squatting next to tub, watching with that devious ghost of a smile etched on his face.

"Don't do that again, bunny, I might not be able to control myself next time."

I was dizzy from the pain, my body was shutting down but I could hear that sadistic voice clearly. I clearly saw that bulge straining his black pants when he stood up, the darkness on his face was smoldering as he pulled out a stop watch from his pocket and stopped it. Just when I was about to collapse from the pain, just when I was about to go hypothermic, he grabbed a towel and carried me out. I found myself helplessly clinging onto him, latching onto his bare skin to get as much body heat as I can. I wanted to stop hugging him so don't get accused of seducing him but my mind was purely driven by the need to survive.

If I wasn't a wolf and was a weaker creature like human I would've died in the first minutes.

It was all Hayden's fault. Once again he's almost had me killed just because he refuses to kill me himself.

My body was in a condition I couldn't even describe, I was in unimaginable agony yet at the same time my skin felt as hard as leather and I could not feel anything. I was beginning to get numb all over my body and the process of shutting down in its work was not painless. I could not even cry anymore, I just wanted to stop being sentiment. I just wanted to stop thinking, to stop seeing, to entirely stop feeling. The greatest mercy he would have ever shown me would be him just knocking me out. I do not want to die at his hands but if he killls me now I'll just welcome it.

It's not like there's anything to live for anyways. I have been trying so hard to "want it" enough but there's no motivation or pleasure in having a purpose. The purpose is just another burden I'm already too tired to bear. I did not want to die without solving the mystery behind my mother's disappearance, I did not want to die without knowing what ever became of the only blood family I have and have ever known. I held on to very frail hope each day that I'll see her once again, that she'll return to me but most times I don't think it is me she will return to. By the time Alpha Landon and Hayden are done with me, I'll be nothing but a shadow of myself…no, I'll be less than a shadow, I'll be entirely broken.

I try hard each and everyday to preserve the girl my mother raised and loves but the girl she knows is quickly nearing her death. It was hard to disassociate when it comes Alpha Landon because he throws psychological warfare into the mix as well.

I was on the verge of passing out when he laid me on a rug and had himself a wonderful time tossing me around and positioning me on my knees. I couldn't hold the position and ended up on all floors. It felt like gravity was sucking in my hanging head and I'd suddenly lose it. The rug was just another assertion of his dominance, he skinned these predators and walked all over them to ever feed his imperialist ego.

I stared at him through barely opened eyes, observing with the foggiest mind as he sat on the burgundy leather couch right in front of me. I was not even capable of predicting his next move and bracing myself for it, I was going to have to take everything as it comes.

I barely moved as he extended out his legs and planted his shoes on my back like it is some footstool.

"The best of deluxe wood furniture has a polished finish, a glossy, waxy shine to it…" I could barely process what he was saying he just sounded deeply insane to me.

He removed to his feet and I watched with one open eye as he reached on top of the side stand beside him and took a set of candles in a candle holder. I was too weak and lethargic to do anything but watch as he tilted the candle holder towards me and emptied the collected wax from five fat candles onto my back. When the hot wax met my extremely cold skin, I felt I was being unmade, I felt like I was being turned inside out. I screamed until it felt like I'd torn my vocal cords. I have had enough! Please! Please, I can't take it anymore! Please make it stop! Make it stop!

I was yelling internally, I didn't have a voice to express myself. How could he just sit there and watch? How could he just put his feet on me and gaze at me intensely without a single emotion on his face? How could he get aroused from inflicting such barbaric pain. His devilish expression became more and more dark, more and more intense and I realised exactly where my eyes had been fixated and I tore them off of his crotch.

The last thing I saw was his unnerving smirk,

"Don't look at it like that if you're not going to suck it like a good cockslut."

It was everything had suddenly cumulated into unbearable stress on my body. I lost control of my body, collapsed on the rug and as I closed my eyes I wondered if this was it… if this will be my last memory. I saw my lonely life flashing before my eyes and I wondered if somewhere out there, there's someone who loves me, theres people who would've protected me and loved me unconditionally.

My father?

No.

No one.

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