Chapter 5: Punished
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He was much bigger than a normal wolf.
I stared in awe. He was absolutely beautiful and I knew as I looked at him that even if this was some kind of curse that God had cast upon them, that even then, God still loved him so much and found him beautiful that he could not bear to marr that beauty by ugliness, not even in wolf form.
I leaned toward him and he growled.
His eyes were still that shade of light and dark violet with flecks of gold and a gold rim, it was a little scary as he stared at me and bared his sharp fangs...yet I wasn't afraid.
I leaned forward again even with my heart racing and slowly, delicately reached a hand out to touch his soft fur. He didn't do anything except growl low in his throat. I ran my fingers through his fur and whispered, "you are so beautiful."
He shrank away from my words like they hurt and ran out of the room to change back I figured, feeling a little disappointed.
Melissa had watched the show in wonder, but there was real fear in her face and I saw Jake had noticed, a look of what I could have sworn was hurt in his eyes by Melissa's reaction.
When Hunter came back into the room with clean sweatpants, he grabbed his top off the floor and put it back on.
He seemed cold and angry, but I could see that under that he was slightly flustered too. Was it what I had said? I didn't know. I watched as he tapped his brother’s shoulder lightly, indicating for them to leave, and grabbing my tray, he quickly left the room.
I had been intrigued when he was talking and in awe of the beautiful wolf I had seen, but during all of that I had still managed to remember to slide the plastic knife under my victorian looking night gown when Hunter was distracted like I had planned.
With the men gone, I was back on my feet and looking at the locks on the chains. When I drew out the plastic knife, I hoped the locks were easy ones. I had grown up knowing how to pick locks, at first it was to help my mum find food for us anywhere we could or warm blankets or clothes.
Then it had become a hobby. I enjoyed learning how to pick a different lock and the challenge of picking a harder, more complicated one.
I could pick a lock with almost anything with a small sharpish end to it, from a hair pin to this stupid plastic knife, I thought, looking down at it in my hand.
It was when Melissa saw me holding it that she jumped up and cried out, "Destiny no! Don't try and pick the lock, please," she pleaded.
I looked at her pleading face and frowned, "why not? I thought you said you tried to escape but couldn't? Melissa, this is our best shot, we should take it." I tried to reason.
Melissa shook her head frantically and rushed, "no, don't. I tried to escape, and they punished me for it. The queen came to take a sample of my blood and saw me trying to find a way to break out of the chains, and she had Hunter come and punish me for it."
I stilled my hand and looked back at Melissa. "Hunter? What did he do?"
Melissa closed her eyes and looking down to the floor answered, "he may seem beautiful and cold, but there is a heat there Des, a dangerous one. He’s passionate with violence instead of s*x. He beat me until I bled. He broke my nose and jaw. Kicked me like an animal when I lay broken on the floor, and dragged me by my hair back to my bed."
I was horrified. I knelt down by Melissa and had to ask, "did Jake hurt you too?"
Melissa looked away but nodded her head. "He said they had to. That whatever the queen says, they have to obey. Their job is to protect and serve her and only her."
"Why is the queen keeping us here? Why hasn't she been done with us already?"
Melissa moved her hair from her face and replied, "she's waiting for the moon to be in a certain phase or something. She wants to bring hell on earth...literally."
My heart sped up and I was back on my feet again. "Then it's even more reason to get out of here. No beating is going to be worse than having hell itself on earth, Melissa, we need to get out and stop it from happening."
"The beatings can be worse Destiny, believe me."
I didn't know what she meant by that and wanted to ask, but the way Melissa turned her head and whole body away let me know that she wasn't prepared to answer.
I didn't care, we had to get out. Now. I played with the lock and fiddled around, feeling for the right parts. I sighed a breath of relief when I found it to be one of the easier locks I had picked before. I had unlocked it in ten minutes. I got to work on Melissa's ignoring her pleas and protests to stop and unchained her too.
"We need to go. Come on." I tried to pull Melissa to her feet, but she would not budge. The woman who I had once looked up to, strong and proud, was now a broken mess on the floor.
I ran to the door, figuring if I could open it then I could come back and pick Melissa up and maybe the door being open to freedom would convince Melissa to try.
The huge door was metal and gold and much more complicated than any lock I had picked before. I got to work right away and didn't stop until half an hour later, sweating slightly from nerves, I finally had it unlocked.
Melissa still wouldn't move, so I figured if I opened the door maybe that would prompt her. I swung the door open carefully and found myself looking up into cold golden flecked, violet eyes.
"Going somewhere are we?" He growled the words, the sound sending chills through my whole body.
I backed up slowly, and he followed me back in. "How did you know?" I breathed.
He looked up at the ceiling, and I followed his look until right at the top in the corner I saw a small red light flash. Though I could not see it the red light indicated that up there somwhere was a hidden camera.
When I looked back at him, he said, "the queen saw you were up to no good. So she sent me."
Without another word or any warning, he slammed his fist into my face for the second time, except this time he didn't knock me out.
He didn't want to, I realized. This was punishment, and I needed to be awake for it.
He kicked me when I fell to the floor, and grabbing me by the hair, yanked me to my feet and held me like that, so he could hit me again in the face.
My eyes began to swell up, my nose hurt enough that I knew it was broken. He beat me until I crawled back to my makeshift bed of blankets, and when I had chained myself back up he stopped.
He leaned down in front of me bending his knees and slapping me round the face he snarled, "where is it."
I didn't dare respond with a smart ass remark like, "what?" I just gave him the knife. He took it from my hand gently, I don't know why he bothered as I was already hurting all over from the punishment. Standing back up, his fists smeared with my blood, he coldly said, "good girl." and left me there shaking and hurting.
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