Chapter 5
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Ronald continues to drag me to my doom. Ronald's grip on my arm tightens as we go down the stairs, I can't help the cry that escapes my lips from the excruciating pain that I experience. I have never been handled this way, my brother never did this, neither did my mother. The worst was doing pack chores which I never did anyways.
"Ronald let me go!" I seethe as I struggle on the last step. I hold onto the banister to use as a way to hold myself back from Ronald and his kingdom of pain that he is taking me to.
"No, you need to start learning respect." Ronald growled as he releases my ear only to grab onto my hair. He grabs a fistful of hair and yanks me back. My scalp screams in pain which results in a cry that escapes my lips. Ronald doesn't release my hair only tightens his grip as we walk through the pack house. The cold air latches onto me as if it's a blanket. I feel so alone in this horrid place, I feel abandoned and ruined. My family sent me away to my new personal he*ll.
Ronald leads me through the front door and takes me to the backyard where Luke; Blondie, is.
"Luke grab the shackles and hand cuffs." Ronald demanded in a tone so devilish that it has my heart screaming at me in fear. My head feels out of control as it fears what is going to happen next. I knew i would be locked in the little shed, shackled laced with wolfsbane.
Luke goes into a little grey shack and appears within seconds. A metal shackle and handcuffs.
"What the hell." I whispered nervously. I begin to cower away but Ronald's restrain on me causes me to only hurt myself more.
"These handcuffs and shackles are laced with a heavy dose of wolfsbane." Ronald's sadistic tone rings through my ears. His words play on repeat in my head.
"You're not serious about locking me up right?" I cried out.
Ronald smirks at me. "Yes, I am completely serious. This is what you get for breaking the rules."
Ronald takes my arm and takes me into the dark shed. He takes the shackles and handcuffs from Luke's hand. I can see the skin begin to redden up and burn. I begin to thrash in panic. This can't be happening!
"Ronald, please!" I exclaim with tears rolling down my face.
"Maybe you should watch what you say." Ronald said in a cold voice. He begins to put the shackles on and the skin burns instantly. I scream in pain as the burning sensation spreads throughout my body. I blink a few times as dizziness hits me. I feel my body sway as the dizziness takes it toll on me. I whimper in pain as I watch my mate stare down at me with a diabolical smile on his face. I watch mortified as he simply walks away from me, not an ounce of sympathy drawn on his face.
Not an ounce of remorse. It then dawns on me.
He doesn't care, he never will.
The thing is I don't have to care either, I never will. I can do the same as he is.
Not care.
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