Traded to my Alpha [Complete ✔️]

2. A glimpse into pain

Her P.O.V

Back to present...

A sudden kick to my ribs knocked the air out of me. Still sitting against the wall, I hunched over in pain, trying to hide it to the best of my abilities.

"Don't!" Another kick. "You!" Spit. "Ever!" Slap across the face. "Sleep In a male's presence again!" A punch to my eye.

That would be hard to heal. I wasn't even sleeping. I had just gotten beaten up, because the sheets of one of the men were gray and not black, like he had ordered, and had blacked out for a moment. I couldn't pay the price of food. I had no strength left in me, therefore, I simply blacked out. I would never say that out loud though.

When the guy turned around to leave, one of the girls passed me a sip of water. That's all we were allowed to have per day because we were too much of a waste anyway. I sent her a small smile, but the man suddenly turned around and my dumb shaking hands dropped the glass all over the floor, spilling the few drops of water and shattering the glass.

"Let's go!" The man spat. I tried to get up, I really did, but all I achieved was knocking the air out of myself again. The pain was too strong, again.

"You won't be let off so easily, you deserve to be punished! No one is allowed to waste products, b***h!" His voice boomed across the room.

The other girls looked at me sadly before they all went to pick up the pieces of broken glass as to not anger him further.

He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to my feet, a lock remaining in his hand. He looked at it in disgust before throwing it to the ground and stomping on it with his boot.

"Take the hint!" He hissed and turned around, gripping my arm tightly.

He pulled me up the stairs, my legs dangling around me. He was walking too fast, but I was slow, I couldn't keep up, therefore, the men always dragged me wherever we went. I tried to hold my breath, to not let a whimper escape. He wasn't being gentle. They never were, but it seemed to hurt more and more each time.

The guy suddenly stopped in front of a metal door with a lock. The dreaded door. But the door wasn't the scary part, it was what was behind it. Pain. A lot of it. Behind this door, they kept all of the wolfsbane, the needles, the handcuffs, the knives, the daggers, and thousands of different gadgets to torture me and the other girl with.

My arm was still gripped by his much larger one. I just knew that would leave a nasty, dark bruise. It wouldn't be the first, nor the last one. I had gotten used to bruises. How could I not, after all, my body was covered in them. Each one was nastier and bigger than the previous.

The clicking of the lock snapped my dizzy self's attention. It was unlocked. Only a few more seconds until the torture. How badly I wish I could escape, but throughout the years it had become clear that it would never happen. And if I do manage to somehow escape, I had nowhere to go, besides, it would be the same, if not worse out there. No, I was fine here. I would die in a couple of years anyway.

The large guy threw me in the room, my head hitting the large metal island, which was placed in the middle. I needed to be quiet. My whimpers and cries only brought them more entertainment. It made them feel powerful and in charge to see someone being in pain because of them. It just, unfortunately, happens that more often than not, I was the one in pain.

I bit my lip, hoping it would stop the tears and screams. He was getting closer, his steps echoing in my ears. No, no, no, no, please, just give me a few more seconds! I'm not ready! Sadly, the screams were all in my head. Females mustn't speak unless spoken to or without being given permission. Everybody knew that.

He knelt in front of me and raised my chin with his fingers. Slowly, ever so slowly, he forced my eyes to look at him. His stinky breath fanned my nose, making me gag, but I held it in.

"Someone wants to have fun with you. Sadly, I'll miss the show, but don't worry, I'm sure you wouldn't mind performing a second one, will you?" His chuckle filled the room.

I kept quiet, not sure if I was expected to speak. My heart was beating so fast I'm sure he could hear it. He could hear that I was afraid, but he knew that already. Every female was expected to be afraid of men, it was how things went. He gripped my chin harder, almost breaking my jaw, almost.

"Yes, s-sir!" I managed to stutter.

"Good girl!" He smirked and dropped my chin, standing up.

"Wait here!" The guy instructed and left. I finally let out the breath I was holding, desperately trying to steady my heartbeat. My small hand carefully found its way to my chin, rubbing it gently. Blood. Not from my chin, but from my lip. I bit too hard. It wasn't the first time, nor would it be the last.

A minute later a way too familiar face walked in. The only one I knew, the one I hated the most, the one that caused me the most pain. Edward, my brother. I knew I shouldn't hate, it was drilled into my mind. Females are too weak to feel emotions. They belong in the kitchen and should only leave it if the other parts of the house needed to be cleaned. Yet, I still hated him for what he did to me, to our parents, to our little sister.

"I see you've been a bad girl again! I thought you would have learned by now, but it appears you are just as dumb as you used to be as a child. Shame, such a shame!" He shook his head in disappointment. "What do we say when we break the rules?" He c****d an eyebrow at me, awaiting my response.

"I-I'm s-so-sorry s-sir!" I answered, looking at my bare feet. Females don't deserve shoes.

"Good, very good!" That was the only thing he said before he grabbed me and yanked my body onto the island, my head taking the hit, making my vision blur from the impact. Everything went black for a moment. A moment, in which I was more vulnerable than usual. When I regained consciousness, my wrists and ankles were tied with silver handcuffs.

Silver was poisonous to werewolves and I just so happened to be one. I may not have my wolf and I had never shifted, but I was a werewolf and silver was one of my worst enemies. The chains were tight around my wrists and ankles, burning them. I finally gave up trying to hold the tears in and let them flow freely.

"Pathetic!" Edward spat at me and tightened the cuffs. "I guess I had to at least give you a reason to cry!" He shrugged as if what he was doing was completely harmless, normal. And for me, it was.

The smell of burning flesh filled my nostrils. This time I couldn't hold the gag and threw up all over myself. Since I was laying on my back and I couldn't move, the throw-up traveled down my neck and hair.

My cries turned into sobs as the throw-up continued traveling down, making me smelly and disgusting. My wrists and ankles were red, the skin blistering under the cuffs. My head was bleeding, the warm liquid mixing with the throw-up. My heart was beating so fast I felt like I was going to pass out with each breath. Pain. Pain and disgust and fear were all I felt, all I had felt the past ten years.

I sent Edward a pleading look, hoping that he would spare me just this once. He didn't, instead laughing at my misfortunes.

"You've always hated being dirty, ever since you were child!" He looked deep in thought before looking at me again. "However, slave, punishment is not over! We still have more fun to have!"

Sobs racked my body as I saw what he was holding. A dagger. The dagger. The worst of them all. The one that had wolfsbane all over it. Wolves' biggest fear. Silver was bad, but wolfsbane was ten times worse and I was about to get a taste of it. Again.

He slowly moved closer to me, his eyes flickering with joy at the sight of my pain.

"Don't be so scared, now! You weren't when you took Alana's punishments, why now? It's not your first time here, and don't worry, I'll make sure it's not the last either!" He smiled wickedly. "Now where were we?"

His eyes flickered to gold, lust, as he grabbed my one pieced rag, that was supposed to resemble a dress. I gulped, I hated to be touched more than anything, but they didn't care. Ed slowly rolled the bottom of the rag, caressing my right leg and thigh with the back of his wrist, and finally rolled enough so that my stomach was on display. The sight made him lick his lips.

In the blink of an eye, the dagger was stabbed into my stomach, but it didn't go deep. He wouldn't kill me, none of them would, not until I was punished for what I did. They had thousands of other girls, none of them made them suffer the way I did. I stupidly gripped on the cuffs, which were holding my wrists, and burned my fingers.

Edward pushed the dagger just a little bit deeper before slightly pulling it out. He enjoyed the show as I sobbed and panted for air. My instincts were to grip the wound and it took every bit of energy I had left to hold back from burning myself further. By now, blood was gushing out of my stomach. My heartless brother looked at me for a second before twisting the dagger again, its sharp tip making me scream in agony.

I could feel the wolfsbane enter my system and travel through my veins. I now felt pain everywhere as my veins and blood burned me like a thousand fires were spread throughout my body. Edward chuckled at my screams as if it was music for his ears, but before he could twist the knife in my wound again the Lord entered the room.

The Lord was the leader of the trafficking ring. He was powerful and strong. Everyone listened to him, his order was a command. Many wanted him dead, so I have heard. He, however, always came out victorious and unharmed no matter what, so I have heard.

"That's enough! Make the b***h shut up!" He growled at my brother.

"Yes, Lord!" Was his only response before he cleaned the knife of my blood and locked it back in the cupboard.

"Clean her up, I need her in my office in an hour!"

"Yes, Lord!"

Oh no. Not again! Not so soon!

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