His eyes were shutting down, but I couldn’t mess this rare opportunity without utilizing it fully.
“Are there anymore hidden secrets you’d like to get off your chest alpha Grey?” I asked him, faking a gentle and tender tone
“Oh I have many secrets, which one should I get off my chest first?” he asked sleepily
“The most important one of course” I answer while stroking his hair lightly
“That pack that I sent your father to, I wanted revenge on its old alpha, because he stole something from me many years ago” he answered with his eyes closed
Before I could ask what it was that was stolen from him, he continued
“So I stole something from them too… many years ago”
He fell asleep after that and I couldn’t get more out of him.
On some nights, when alpha Grey didn’t use me as his sex slave; whether because he was not in the mood or he was spending the night away from the pack house, his beta Sam took over that role sometimes. He liked a taste of what his alpha had.
Of course alpha Grey didn’t know because beta Sam would have me cut into little pieces before I even tried to open my mouth to alpha Grey. He had men everywhere watching over everything. He was just as creative in inflecting pain as his alpha was.
One thing they both had in common, was that they liked their slave to be clean of any scars before they started their whipping/raping sessions, they liked to observe their handiwork when they were done. That’s why at the end of each night, they would always let me drink a considerable amount of their blood, that way come the next night, it will be like nothing ever happened to me.
They were pure bloods, so drinking from them accelerated the healing process 10 times, since my healing abilities were slower than most half bloods.
On nights when alpha Grey knew that he was leaving in the morning to do some errands or wage war some place and he wouldn’t return for a couple of days, he would make me drink a small cup of wolfs bane and refrain from giving me any of his blood when he was finished with me. That way, I wouldn’t be fully healed until he returned. It was his sick way of taking his claim on me and marking me as his, even if he is not here he would be causing me pain. Those days were complete torture to me. While my torment would only last a couple of hours at the hands of the alpha, letting me go days without healing made me suffer every second in pain until his return.
On those nights, I would never be able to fall asleep from the pain I was feeling everywhere in my body. It’s on those nights, when I seriously consider taking my own life and getting it over with. To hell with waiting for an opportunity to escape, and to hell with waiting for someone to kill him. But each time I think about giving up, I find myself dreaming of the day I’ll finally escape this place and start a new life. A happy life. One day I promise myself I will get my happy ending… or I will die trying.
Ella’s POV
I finish cleaning the last dish from dinner, dry my hands quickly, and practically run towards the alpha’s bedroom. I was 10 minutes late, and I was sure he will make me pay for it viciously. I wasn’t late on purpose, the dinner he and his inner circle were having started late because they were setting their last plans to take over yet another poor pack tomorrow. I was responsible for cleaning the dishes tonight, so I couldn’t hand it off to someone else and tell them that I had to meet the alpha in his bedroom for some heart to heart romance.
Tonight marks the 10 month anniversary of my nightmare. I sigh inwardly. Will this ever end? God I hope so, cause if it doesn’t, I was sure I will reach a point where I will kill him myself, and that will earn me a public execution for sure. Well, I wasn’t even living to begin with. This is not life, no this is slow death in its purist forms.
I reach his door and close my eyes. Please God let me endure yet another torturous night and come out of it alive. I knock on the door twice preparing myself for a couple of hours of agony. You’d think that spending almost every night suffering the same thing over and over would make me used to it by now. But every night is different with alpha Grey. Every night there is a new way to hurt me and hear me scream out in pain. He opens the door impatiently and grabs me inside then locks the door.
“You are late servant!” alpha Grey spits out in anger
“I had to finish the dishes alpha and the dinner started late, I tried my best to make it on time please forgive me!” I practically begged him with tears in my eyes. It was just an act to try and lessen the punishment for running late. Sometimes groveling actually worked, but not always.
He looked at me playfully with a sly smile on his lips as he said “sorry I am not in a very forgiving mood tonight. I have a war to wage tomorrow and I need to be on my top game starting with you” he gestured to the set of chains hanging from the pillars on his bed. I sighed and took off everything I was wearing then raised my hands up so he could chain me.
“Now, now, you are 10 minutes late and you know I hate it when you make me wait for you. You should have been waiting for me servant. So what should I do with you?” he started running his hands all over my body. I held on to the chains and pulled on them fighting the urge to bite his head off.
“Well first things first…” He went to the night stand and held a small cup of liquid wolfs bane, as he made his way back to me.
I involuntarily tried to back away from him but couldn’t as I was trapped by the chains binding me.
“As you know I am leaving tomorrow for a couple of days, so you know the drill. Wolfs bane and no blood for you tonight, so I’ll always be on your mind, drink it” he said smiling at me deviously as he brought the cup to my lips.
I considered holding the content in my mouth and spitting it back in his face. I bet that will sting. But to do that, would be like signing my own death sentence. I opened my mouth obediently and drank it. It felt like drinking boiling acidic water, it burned everything on its way to my stomach. I gagged and coughed for a few seconds.
“Now what do we say when I give you something servant?”
“Thank you alpha” I manage to say in a throaty tone.
“So let’s start the night shall we?” he claps his hands together in excitement
He goes back to the night stand to put back the empty cup, then opens the first drawer and retrieves different types of whips. He lays them all on the bed and starts contemplating which one to use first. I manage to gulp and hold the chains tighter as I prepare myself for the agony.
He finally chooses the leather bull whip, the one that hurts the most, of course.
“For being late, I punish you to 20 bull whips, start counting servant”
“Yes alpha” I say in a trembling voice
WHIP!
“One” I scream and feel an immediate cut on my back. This whip is no joke, 20 whips means 20 cuts across my back that will not properly close for days.
WHIP!
“Twenty” I barely whisper as that last one cuts deep into my skin. My whole body is shaking from the violence. We are not even halfway done for the night and I was already reaching the top of my tolerance.
“Alpha it hurts please don’t whip anymore I beg you” I cry out in pain and despair.
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