57 Sickening

When I regained consciousness, I noted that I couldn't open my eyes.

My entire body felt like lead, heavy and immovable.

Then, I noticed that I was being transported along by a couple of men.

I knew that there was more than one of them, and they were not regular mortal beings because there was no way that they could have entered Eros' packhouse if they were.

I am also sure that they were not Hunters.

Because, from my deductive thinking, I knew that they had to be werewolves, possibly members of Eros' pack.

There was no way anyone else would be able to get to me unless they were trusted members of the pack.

I have to applaud them for being brave enough to backstab Eros.

And I'm sure that some kind of punishment would be coming their way soon.

In this kind of situation, the only thing I could do now was pray that they weren't going to do anything depraved to me.

My mind was starting to conjure several grim and terrifying situations that I have seen before in the movies.

But I can only hope that it was not the case.

The group of people set me onto the floor with my back flat on the cold tile.

The dirty ground underneath me smelled like urine and dirt.

I was extremely grossed out but I couldn't really move at the moment to get up and run for it.

I have no way to protect myself.

I started to panic when I realized that no matter how I tried to move, I couldn't.

My hands remained flaccid on the dirty ground and I could not open my eyes.

They must have given me some type of drug to make me immobile like this.

At that thought, the feeling of hopelessness was soon to set in, and I couldn't help but resign myself to the situation.

There was no use in panicking, crying or even working myself into a fit because I knew that it was all useless.

Tears, by far, were the most useless substance in this world.

At least at this moment anyway.

I forced myself to be calm and wait it out to see what it was that they wanted from me.

Although it doesn't look too promising right now, I pray that the end result wouldn't be my death.

If I knew that something like this would happen, I would have just let Eros mark me.

By then, he would be able to locate me easier and would be able to save me just as quick because of the mate bond.

I was starting to regret my decisions from earlier, berating myself for being such a prude when strange noises pulled me from my thoughts.

Suddenly, from high above, I heard something metallic being unraveled—unbuckled—in mass amounts.

And then, the loud sound of multiple metal zippers being pulled downwards resounded in my ears.

Please don't let it be what I think it is, I begged.

My heart plummeted to my stomach.

And I tried to awaken from this temporary paralysis but nothing worked.

Before I could even comprehend what was happening, this hot and rancid liquid was being sprayed all over me.

From the smell, I could tell that it was urine.

The deplorable liquid was extremely hot on my neck, hands, and legs as they peed all over me.

In all of my 36 years, this happened to be the most humiliating moment in my life, yet I could do nothing to stop them.

In the past, I was a strong believer in will power.

Anything that you put your mind to is possible.

Yet with my current situation, I felt completely useless to stop any of it, not even will power was enough to save me.

It felt like a backhand to the face when reality managed to set in.

I couldn't help but think and pray for all the poor women that are or have been in even worse situations than me.

They were all probably scared, alone and begging for a savior that never comes.

I mentally grimace when I heard their loud pants of breath and the rustling of movement from above me as they started to jerk off on top of me, probably getting a kick out of the situation.

Sick bastards.