Chapter 02.
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My eyes flutter open, I winced as the light made it's way to my eyes. My head was insanely painful and I had an unbearable pain between my legs as well. I could barely move but I managed to spot the blood stains between my legs. Then it all came back to me. I was in my cell when these two doctors came to visit me last night. They said they wanted to give us medication which they never even explained what it was for. They only explained it would help with the beating I got earlier on. I couldn't understand why. So many years I was left to nurse my own wounds because no doctor could help me, which left me to wonder. Why all of the sudden? Nonetheless I have no saying against the members of the pack. We do what ever they say or we will have to suffer terrible punishments from the Alpha. I had already suffered from his son and I don't want to go on that list. Many of the other slaves are even wolfless because the punishments are so harsh that even their wolves can't bare the amount of pain.
I only then remember passing out from that medication before waking up in the Alpha's room.
I had been fed with wolves bane it seemed. Yes it's not lethal to a wolf but a wolf who has not shifted like me, enough dosage can make us extremely weak.
I remember I was tied both hands and feet by the Alpha, due to the wolf's bane that I couldn't fight him off or even break free from his confinement. It was even worse because what I had endured earlier.
The last I remember then was biting his hand before he punched me causing me to black out yet again. I don't remember much from then or felt anything for that matter, until now.
Learning Alpha Apollo had taken something so precious from me in such a vile way.
Tears start rolling down my face, my lips trembling as I continue to sob. Why? Why me? What did I do to deserve all this? I curled up into a ball and buried my face between my knees. I started crying even more. I know I can't live like this but everytime it feels like I don't have a choice. How could this be my destiny? How could I live through suffering? Though still I couldn't find a way out.
"Stop whining and get up. You have to clean up and go back to your cell." One of the servants told me. They all act like it's my choice with everything that is happening to me. Like I asked for all this. I'm still a child but none of them felt any pity for me. They were all cruel. They didn't care of what I had lost. "Stop wasting my time and get up!" The servant yells. They were all like him, infested with evilness.
I unravel from my bubble and try to stand to my feet. I couldn't stand. My knees were shaking, everything was sore from my head down. My breath hitched as I fell back on the bed in attempt to stand.
"You're really wasting my time! I have better things to do than baby sit your baby ass. Now get up and go to the bathroom and clean up. When I come back here you better be done." She ordered irritated. " Bloody pests." She muttered under her breath before storming out of the room. My heart shuttered to pieces realizing no one actually cared. I then knew that kindness has no place in this world. Weakness is a fatal disease and love would be the death of me.
Through the pain I forced myself to get up and go to the bathroom. I couldn't cry anymore. What was it for really? I cry or I don't, no one is going to help. Death was the only way. We couldn't either all survive. One had to survive while others ate the dust. I can't live like this. I had no place in this world.
I got out of the bathroom and went back to find some shabby clothes waiting for me in the bed. Before I left I look at a picture that had caught my attention. It was a pack of werewolves and I could assume it was Alpha's family. I then hurried out of the house. I went deep into the woods, running and crunching twigs along the way. I felt like I could shift but I hadn't found my wolf yet. I was still yet to be 18. I still yet had to find my mate. I still yet could find happiness but I'm not sure how if I'm still locked up in this hell. I had to break free. I had to run away. The only question is where would I go? I still haven't shifted yet. I couldn't go live in the human world, it would be dangerous. I can't control my wolf on the first shift and what if the shift happens in front of humans? They would know about our existence and war would break. If you haven't found your werewolf you were forbidden from the human territory.
I couldn't go rogue either. I couldn't fight for myself since I couldn't shift. They would easily put me down. I was just hopeless.
But somehow I had to leave this place, because how long can I endure this kind of treatment? I can't do it anymore.
I'm hurt, I'm broken. Inside and out.
Deep in the woods I finally stopped. I scream. I scream with everything in me. I didn't want anyone to hear me, I just wanted to let it all out. To let out all of the pain.
Did it help? No it didn't. I was still wounded. I was still incapacitated.
I'm never one for violence but I couldn't stand it anymore. I turned to look at the tree that grew tall and strong next to me. I start bashing the tree , each one harder than the last. I felt immense amount of pain in my hands but that didn't stop me. The physical pain was nothing compared to the pain I felt inside anymore. It was nothing compared to the deep wound that was embedded in my heart.
I continue like that until the sky darkened. Until I felt satisfaction. Only then I went back to the dungeon. I now understood why Liam would beat me everytime he was mad. It feels better letting out your frustrations on someone else or in my case something else. The dungeon was dark, a place of death. Stenchy of urine and blood, both fresh and new. The damp musty ground of the water leaking from the sludge pipes that spiraled the whole place. The sour pukes of both dead and alive.
My hands were bleeding, blood dripping out as I walk to my cell. I was a dead women, I couldn't careless about that. The guard opened before pushing me inside. Neither did I mind him. I sat down on the disintegrating dirty rug that was supposed to keep me warm. The pain in my hands felt like pleasure that allowed me to forget the pain inside.
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