Tears of an Alpha

Chapter Four

WARNING; Triggers.

I wake up to the feeling of being held up by something, my wrists hurting, my arms aching and raised above my head. I look up to see a blinding light that hurts my eyes, my head throbbing. Where the hell was I? my eyes became accustomed to the light, but I wish they didn’t because the sight that was before me could only be described as terrifying. White walls covered in dark blood splatter, the floor soaked in water with drainage around the edges, letting the blood-soaked water out. There are bars that made up one wall, which is where I was hanging from, right next to me was a door, there was a small bed in the corner of the room, and it had a bloody mattress on top of it, a thin blanket hanging on the metal frame, no pillow or anything else. There was a chair in the middle of the room facing me, and I noticed that there was a small sink with a liquid soap.

I am not sure how long I was hanging there, but it felt like a lifetime, my arms were numb from hanging so long, and blood dripped from my wrists, I also noticed that my head felt wet at the back.

I was deep in thought when the door opened and a large domineering man entered. He was tall, well over six feet, with massive shoulders. He was wearing a tight black vest and black jogging bottoms with black trainers, I think it was hard to see from where I was because my vision was not too good at this moment. Tears were streaming down my face, both from fear and pain.

The man then turned to look at me. If it weren’t for the hate showing on his face, he would be handsome. Jet black hair, deep blue eyes and a dark stubble over a strong jaw, he had a tattoo that I couldn’t quite see, it was wrapped around his arm, covering what looks like a burn.

He sits down then on the chair and growls at me. He seriously growled.

“So, you are the Hunters child? We can finally get some answers and a little justice. Tell me, Emma, is it? Why did your family come to my land? Are you planning to try and take us down like your parents did mine?” “What? I do not understand anything you just said. My parents are good people, you have me mixed up with someone else. Please let me go home.” He looked at me and walked towards me, looking very angry, what did I do wrong? The next thing I knew he had punched me, the wind was completely knocked out of me, he actually struck me, right in my stomach. Then he asked me more questions. “If you lie it will get worse for you. Why are you here? What is your end game?”

I could not answer, this man was insane. I was then struck across the face, then again, the other side when I still did not answer.

This went on for a long time, I was covered in blood, my bones hurt, I think my ribs are broken, I feel blood dripping down from my ears, which cannot be good.

Another couple of men enter the room, he addresses them with smirk,

“Don’t let her die, I need information from her, torture her for answers, make her pay for all their mistakes, but feed her, keep her alive long enough for us to find out the truth. Then I will pay the other hunters a visit.

With that he left me alone with these two men who I now noticed were carrying a whip and a knife.

Three days I was beaten, whipped and cut, but I couldn’t tell them what I didn’t know. I was cut down to eat and sleep, but then tied back up to be tortured. The dark-haired man did not come back, he just sent different men in, this time three new ones swapped with the two who had just fed me. They spoke among themselves, but their eyes kept wandering to me. I heard the tallest one speak, and it terrified me.

“The usual way is not working, pain doesn’t seem to get through to her, maybe we should try something else, and also get something ourselves."

I then tried to run, but it was no use. The men picked me up, I thrashed and tried to fight, but they were incredibly strong. After being thrown on the bed one of the men tied my hands to the metal frame, the other shorter man ripped of my now blood-soaked clothes, the third stocky bearded one held my legs down. I begged them to stop.

“Please don’t, I haven’t done anything to you, please! Not this please!” but they did not listen, the tallest grabbed me by my throat and squeezed, making me dizzy, he then climbed on the bed with me, I tried so hard to push him away with my legs, but it was no use. I then felt the pain of him entering me.

“s**t, she’s a virgin, well I guess she isn’t now hey.” With that he just kept pushing himself in, again and again. I tried to tune everything out, I wanted to ignore what was happening, but it hurt. When he was done, I thought that was it, but then the other two got what they wanted as well, I wanted to die, but I kept thinking of the people who needed me, Star waiting for me at the Rescue, Grace and my parents, they must be worried. Who will do my shift and feed the dogs, who will walk Star, I have to survive this.

When they all finished, I just lay there looking at the ceiling, thinking about the good things that I have, dreaming of what I want to do with my life.

Two weeks I have been here, I think anyway. Every day is the same, torture, questions, torture, food, and then whichever guard comes, they have their fun. They even do it together sometimes, that hurt more than anything else they have done, I couldn’t block that out.

I still think of Star and Grace, wondering how they are, I also think about my parents and what these people are saying. My bones have started to hurt like crazy, yet they haven’t done anything to them.

My nineteenth birthday is next week, I doubt it will end before then.

Sleep takes me, and I hope that I never wake up.