Chapter 37 - Unfamiliar man - Part 2

I stumbled backward as I watched the man's figure slowly coming to light, dropping the pins in my hand in the process. He raised one of his eyebrows at the sight of the pins on the ground and smirked, "Are you attempting for an escape, little missy?"

He ambled his way to the door and pulled it off its hinges with ease. The lock that I had so painstakingly tried to open was easily broken by his monstrous strength, making all my efforts before seem stupid and ludicrous.

His feet strode closer to where I was, crouching down right in front of me as he raised my chin to look him in the eyes, "Do you know what happened to all these people here?" He was talking about all these skeletons. I gulped the lump in my throat as I have a feeling of what he will do next.

"Let me show you what happened to them," he said before slamming my head to the walls, hard. I cried out in pain as everything began to spin. The side of my head started to bleed, hot blood slowly dripped down to the ground.

"Ah... seeing you like this gives me an idea. How about we send your mate a gift? I will need a lot of your blood to do that," he guffawed at his lurid idea, "I'm sure he will love it. Vale, get me a bottle to contain our present," he ordered a woman who I just realized was standing outside of the prison door. The woman nodded her head before leaving us two in the room.

"Get your filthy face away from me," I spat to his face. I peeked at the open door, wracking my brain for ways to run to that door. It was just a few meters away but the distance felt like it was as far as heaven and hell. I need to find something to distract him.

He let out an amused smirk as he wiped his face, "Darling, you are only riling me up by doing that. Seems like the perfect decision to spice up the activity we will soon be doing, no?" As soon as he finished his sentence, he sent me a death glare before slapping me across the face with an inhuman force. The slap was so hard that I started to hear a ringing in my ears. The impact of it caused me to fall in the direction of the slap, causing the rough ground to bruise my elbows when they connect.

Not giving me any time to recollect myself, he lifted me off the ground by grasping my neck, tightening his grip on it as I felt air slowly escaping my lungs. My legs were flailing in the air while my hands were desperately scratching on his hand to tear it away from my throat. I sent numerous kicks and punches but the man stayed unfazed.

"This is what you get for being a bad girl," he said, pulling me forward before slamming my back against the wall for the second time.

I perilously gasp for air as I fall to the ground, rubbing my neck to ease the pain from his grip. I noticed a rock right beside me so I instinctively grasped onto it and slammed it on his head as hard as I could, shattering the rock into pieces.

He ġrȯȧnėd after the impact, not expecting me to strike back. This gave me an opportunity to run to the door for the little hope of saving my dear life. But unfortunately, the man soon regained his composure and yanked my hair before I could even reach the door, causing me to fall backward, "Not so fast you little bitch."

That escalated quickly, from a darling to a bitch. I must have really riled him up, this is bad.

I was wincing in pain when he decided to use his unholy feet to kick me vehemently, "It's been long since I find someone who dares to touch me," he laughed viciously as he kicks. His malevolent laughter convinced me that he truly was crazy. He was enjoying this.

While I was enduring the pain from his kicks, I had set my eyes on yet another object to strike. When I thought his kicks were finally getting weaker, I quickly snatched a bone and slammed it to his feet. To my surprise, the bone broke in two while the man remained undaunted. He instead had a wide smile spread across his face, leaving me to be even more frightened than ever.

"As expected from the Alpha's mate. A brave one, indeed," he stared at me with his daunting eyes, "Looks like we will have tons of fun today, the more you surprise me the more enamored I am by you," he said before he drew closer to me, pulling my arm up so that I sat up.

He pulled on my sleeves, baring my skin to him, "Life must have been hard for you, isn't it?" he laughed mockingly as he saw the old scar hidden under my sleeves, "I will make you feel something better than any experience you ever had with torture, the most painful of all," he said as he brought his mouth to my ear, whispering words I didn't even want to hear, "So much that you will beg me for death."

"You ugly... piece of shit," I taunted the man as I glared at him. It took so much of me to even voiced out those words as every movement I made pained all parts of my body. I was bȧrėly retaining my consciousness.

Using the very last strength of me, I took another rock beside me with my free hand. Before I could slam it across his face, he caught my hand. "Do you think I'm stupid to fall for the same trick twice?" he inquired. He squeezed my wrist so tightly that it made me release the rock in my hand due to it. As the rock slipped out of my hand to its rightful place on the ground, it also felt like my life was also slipping away from me.

Should I just give up life?

That's what I thought when someone's voice called out to the man, "That's enough, Leo. You are going to kill her if you go any further," it was the same woman from before who said, "We still need her, she's weak enough as it is."

"You are ruining my fun, Vale," he sighed but release his grasp on me, "You are lucky someone came to remind me that you are still needed, or else you will lay dead today," the man stood up, leaving me in my bloody state, "Take care of the present for me, will you?"

Vale hummed in response and she, in turn, walked closer to me but did nothing to harm me. All she did was draw some blood from me, filling the bottle in her hand with the red liquid that was easily found either on my body or on the ground. She glanced at me before leaving me alone in the prison. I noticed the look of pity she gave me but maybe it was only my imagination.

Being left alone never felt this amazing before. Though I was alone and the door was left unlocked, I couldn't escape. The pain was so impeccable to bear that I didn't dare to move. Even staying still caused me great pain. I didn't want to feel the pain that will emerge when I tried to move my body.

Can I even leave this place alive? Or will I end up as a new addition to the pile of skeletons here? I sighed and yelp in pain when the utmost little thing I did felt like I had just stabbed myself with a thousand knives. I think that guy broke my ribs or something, my body hurts like hell.

My brain started to visualize a number of things that will happen to me in the near future, and all of it disturbingly involves blood. Ironic that I couldn't even imagine something other than being beaten. The escape that I was hoping for now seems so far away. It will be foolish of me to try for another escape.

The pain that I had to bear today was the most excruciating one I've ever felt. Every of me was broken by that man, I wouldn't dare to do anything to further annoy him. Perhaps he wouldn't have beaten me this bad if I was being submissive to him before. He was just so infuriating that I had to do that. I have to admit that a little of me felt that it was worth it to whack him with a rock, but most of me felt it was not worth it to feel this much pain when he in turn only bleeds a little. He should've felt as much pain as me for me to be satisfied.

As I was using my leftover energy to cursed the man, Vale returned to the room, startling me at the sight of her. What if werewolves could hear other people's thoughts? I was scared shitless that they knew I've been cussing at the man and came back to punish me for it. I felt my body tensed out of fear of having to be beaten again, but then she said,

"Relax, I am only here to give you this," she offered me a glass of water, but I only stared at her with a questioning look. Why would she give it to me? She must've noticed my wariness so she added, "We still need you, remember? I don't want you to die before we could use you."

Hearing that, it was just right for me to decline it. I didn't want to be of use to them, over my dead body. Another reason was that I couldn't move my body if not sending sharp pain all over it, so it was impossible for me to take the glass when she was standing outside of the prison. Looking at how I didn't accept the glass in her hand, she walked closer to me and helped me to drink it.

I shut my mouth tight and didn't accept the water despite her helping me to drink it. She soon became irritated and forced the water into my mouth. It was only when I took a sip of the water did she stop shoving the glass into my mouth.

"Not so hard, isn't it?" she huffed before placing the glass on the ground, again leaving me alone in the prison along with the damned skeletons.

Even though it did felt refreshing drinking a little water after all the screams I let out earlier, I was still skeptical of her motives. It struck as weird to me that she was concerned for my well being. Nevertheless, all my doubts were soon proven when I felt my insides burn, something was obviously not right with me.

If all the beatings I got before caused me pain from the outside, now I was literally hurting from the inside. It was as if there was a raging fire inside me, adding the amount of pain that I have to bear as if it was not enough of a pain. I curled my body, clutching on my ragged dress to endure the stinging pain. The searing pain traveled from my stomach to my throat, which by the next minute caused me to vomit blood.

Here I thought she cared for me when in reality she just forced me to drink poisoned water.

That darned woman.