“We were just getting your punishment for being late out of the way. I haven’t even started yet Ella”
He grabs my hair and pulls my head back so he can whisper in my ear
“By the end of the night every inch of this delicious body will be marked by my whips. Until we meet again in a few days”
He lets go of my hair then goes back to the side of the bed where he puts the bull whip back and begins to choose his next whip.
“Now tell me, have you learned your lesson about making your alpha wait for you instead of the other way around or should I make it more clear?”
“I learned my lesson alpha, I will never be late again I swear” I say shakily
“Let’s carry on with our night then” said alpha Grey with a devilish smile.
Ella’s POV
By the end of the night, every inch of my body was screaming in pain. Alpha Grey lived up to his word. He kept torturing me for two hours with different whips. My back, front, behind, and thighs were all marked by his whips. He left red angry marks everywhere. The worst ones were the 20 cuts on my back caused from my punishment for being late. My vagina was bleeding too. Being forced by him multiple times always caused tears in my walls.
I painfully got up from his bed where he was snoring without a care in the world. I put my clothes on while biting the insides of my cheeks as each movement made me want to scream out loud, but I needed to keep my mouth shut so I don’t wake him. I took one last look at him before I left. He was sleeping like a fucking baby who just drank his mother’s milk and filled his stomach. I silently prayed someone would gut his insides tomorrow during battle.
I went to the kitchen seeing as I will not be sleeping tonight from the pain. I learned some things during the times he purposefully let me leave without his blood, like boiling some herbs in water that prevent infection and ease the pain of the cuts on my back. I waited for the water to be warm then took a bowl back to my room. It was a very small room in the lowest levels of the pack house just above the dungeons where prisoners are kept sometimes.
I had no bed of course, only two cots on top of each other that sat on the floor near the wall. One of them used to belong to my father back when we shared the room together. After he died, I took his cot and put it on top of mine as mine was getting a little thin from sleeping on it for the past 17 years.
I didn’t have much of anything in my room. There was a small wooden table on the wall opposite the cots, where I kept all of my books that were given to me by the school until I was 10. I would keep reading them over and over so I don’t forget whatever I learned during those years as well as entertain myself when I was feeling bored. I couldn’t exactly watch tv like normal people do seeing as I never had one. Most of the books were too withered now. There was a small wooden closet that had no doors next to the table, where a few of my belongings were folded inside it.
I set the bowl of warm herbs’ water on the floor next to my cot and started to take my shirt off wincing in the process. I retrieved an old ratty t-shirt from the closet that I don’t wear anymore then rinsed it in the warm water. I squeezed the excess water then placed it on my back sighing instantly as I felt some of the stinging lessen a little. I laid on my stomach and soaked the t-shirt every now and then. I was still in pain, but it was manageable, that or my tolerance was getting better, I thought bitterly. God, what I wouldn’t give to sleep through the pain and wake up in a different place where everything was beautiful and men weren’t bastards. That’s right men, plural, I’ve had enough bad examples of men in my life to make up my mind about all of them. Men are vindictive pigs period.
I closed my eyes and let my mind distract me from the constant throbbing on my back. I dreamt about a beautiful wooden house and a garden full of colorful flowers. I dreamt about laughter and joy. I dreamt about safety and warmth. I dreamt about a motherly hug that made all the bad things go away instantly. My tears fell down on the cot as I tried to imagine her face, her smell, even her touch. I started shaking as my sobbing intensified. If she was here with me, she would’ve never let anyone touch me or lay a hand on me. Why did she have to be the one to die? I always dreamt about how my life would turn out to be if my father died before I was born and my mother survived labor. We would have been living in the human world. Life would have been hard, we would have been poor, but we would’ve had each other, and nothing else would’ve mattered to us as long as we were together. I drifted to sleep as I dreamt about my body being soothed by her touch and her humming me a lullaby to ease my loneliness and longing for her.
Ella’s POV
I was having a nightmare. Well, it wasn’t a nightmare exactly but more of a memory. Everyday in the morning before I wake up, I would always have one of the memories of my one on one sessions with alpha Grey. Sometimes even alpha Sam. I believe that’s called Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, although in my case it’s not really post traumatic as much as continuing traumatic torturing disorder.
I think it was our one month anniversary. He was just finished raping me for the fourth time, as he removed himself from me and fell asleep instantly on the other side of where I was laying. Being raped four times made him pass out immediately, as it takes a lot of fucking effort to rob a girl of her free will. It would have been fine by me if the bastard gave me his blood before passing out, but he didn’t. It’s not like I wasn’t whipped on my back and behind until I passed out from the pain or anything. As if he didn’t want to take a hint from my pass out, he gave me just a drop of his blood so I could wake up and he could resume his torture to me.
Point is, I was beyond exhausted, that words couldn’t even describe it. So I did a very stupid thing, unintentionally of course. I passed out on his super comfortable bed.
Until morning came, and I paid for it, in punishment. I woke up to pain that morning. As his bull whip bit into the flesh on my back and I screamed out in pain. I tried to wake up from the nightmare but couldn’t, as his second whip made its cut on my skin, I realized that it wasn’t a nightmare. I tried to get off the bed, as far away from the pain as possible. But alpha Grey must have chained my hands and feet to the bed while I was sleeping. I was trapped.
“Are you awake servant?” hissed the alpha in rage as he was standing next to me
WHIP!
All I could do was scream.
“How dare you think you could sleep in my fucking bed servant?”
WHIP!
“Alpha Grey I am so sorry I passed out from the pain last night I didn’t do it on purpose, please stop I am not even healed from the last whipping” I cried in pain
WHIP!
I was writing in agony, pure agony.
“I don’t give a single fuck about your reasons for sleeping, the only thing I care about is that after I am done with you at night, you get your filthy ass off my bed. And now you need to learn your lesson well.”
He walked over to the bedside table where he was sleeping and pulled out a black flogger whip with tiny little spikes sticking out from all the whips. It was the first time I saw it and it made my eyes water already just from the mere sight of it.
“For sleeping the night in my bed, I punish you to 50 whips on your back and behind, so that next time, you do well to remember not do that mistake twice. Now count out loud and I suggest you do not mess a number”
WHIP!
I woke up screaming from the memory. The sting of the whip was very real it made me touch my back instantly. I winced as my hands touched a cut from the bull whip from last night’s punishment. Of course it wasn’t healed. Nothing on my body was healed. I was covered in red marks from his whips as well as the cuts that the bull whip made on my back. The wolfs bane I drank last night made sure of it. It would be at least three days until my healing abilities would kick off.
I wondered what time it is. My room didn’t have any windows of course, as that would be a luxury a servant like me does not deserve. I did have a wall clock though, but that was a necessity to make sure I start my duties on time. Shit! I was 15 minutes late. I was in charge of making breakfast this morning. Why didn’t anyone come knocking on my door?
I got up painfully, put on the shirt that was still a little damp from the herb’s water and grabbed another long sleeved one from the closet. I put on my worn out slippers, and was out the door. I hurried as fast as my body could to the kitchen and found it full of servants chatting with each other.
That was weird. At this hour the only people who are supposed to be in the kitchen were the ones in charge of making breakfast. Everyone else would be scattered everywhere around the pack house to do their assigned chores. I approached the first two servants closest to where I was standing near the door. They were two middle aged women who actually knew me from the few little exchanges I had with them when we were assigned together.
“Umm did I miss something? Why is everyone here?” I asked them in confusion
“You will never believe this Ella!” said one of them in a shocked tone. I think her name is Maggie
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