“I will take care of these if you want?” He says reading what we were looking at and I nod, handing the file to him.
“Take some of my men and take Tate with you,” I tell him and he nods, walking off. I sat at the desk, I felt sick, and I missed my mate. Hearing rummaging I looked up and Zane was going through the box. He pulls the disks out and reads them, stacking them on the desk beside the box.
“What about him?” Zane nods toward the cell holding our human prisoner. I growl. The noise shocked Zane and myself knowing Brax was coming back, he should be dormant for a few more hours. That stuff can last up to 12 hours in our system.
“Heal him and keep him locked up,” I tell him, and he nods, walking off toward the cell. I picked up one of the disks. I read the label, patient 46 Age 9.
Just as I was about to put it in the disk drive, I heard my father’s voice behind me. I knew he was here somewhere, but it was the first time I had laid eyes on him.
“Don’t watch them, son.”
“I need to know,” I tell him.
“Believe me, you don’t want to know”
“You watched one?” I ask and he drops his hand on my shoulder giving it a squeeze.
“I watched five minutes of one before I couldn’t watch anymore,” he said, and I looked up at him.
“I need to know, go if you can’t handle it,” I tell him. He nodded his head and an indecipherable expression on his face as he looked back at me.
“Ryker!” He said squeezing my shoulder and I could hear the concern in his voice.
“I can’t understand her if I don’t know her,” I tell him.
“You do know”-
“I will stay with him,” Zane says, walking over, dragging a chair over and placing it beside me.
“I am going to go see what Aamon and Tate are planning,” my father says, and I nod and Zane sits beside me looking at the disks.
I place the disk in. The screen loads before a picture comes up of inside the cell. My stomach twists when I see a little girl. Her hair to her shoulders, she only had underwear on and a singlet, her back to the camera staring at the mirrored glass inside the cell. I was about to fast forward it, moving the mouse on the screen when I heard something. At first, it sounded like muttering and soft murmurs as she continued to stare at the glass.
I turned the volume up on my mate as a little girl. She was staring at her own reflection in the glass. I turn the volume all the way up, her voice becoming clearer.
She was talking to herself or so I thought until the voice changed to one I recognized, her wolf’s. They were having a full-on conversation, going between the soft murmurs of a child then changing to a deeper rough version of the same voice, just the tone slightly different.
“Do you remember my mummy Amanda?” She asks.
“No, but I know she loves you very much,” her wolf answers. My mate seems to think for a second before jumping to her feet.
“Wanna play?” She asks before rushing to her bed and grabbing a tennis ball. She looks back to the glass throwing the ball at it and it bounces off and she catches it. She giggles and throws the ball again and I fast forward a bit. I continued to fast forward, stopping every now and then and listening. Each time I find my mate talking to the mirror, talking to her wolf Amanda.
Zane sat watching as I continued to skip and stop when suddenly I stopped on a part that made my breath hitch. The door to her cell opens, my mate rushing away from the glass and getting under the steel bed out of view of the camera. I watch as a woman comes in trying to coax her out from under the bed, when that doesn’t work she uses force. I watch horrified as she walks out of the cell before returning with a cattle prod. She jams it under the bed, and I hear her crying sobs, and screams, the noise making my blood boil.
“Get out now! Come to me!” The woman snaps at her and I hear the zap, her screaming sobs along with it. My mate comes out crawling on her knees before the woman hits her, smacking her repeatedly across the back with the cattle prod. She then pulls a syringe from her pocket before injecting her with something and leaving. The video was mostly them taking blood, then beating her tiny body as I continued to skip and stop.
M y mate’s only comfort seemed to be the mirror and her wolf between the hours of sleeping and waking, torture and experiments, and all the vile things they subjected her to. Men in lab coats watched her and injected different things in her that would make her sick or make her scream in pain.
I pull the disk out, my hands shaking as I pick another at random before popping it into the disk drive. The new one she was 13. It shows her talking again to the mirror, only this time the experiments got worse, the things of nightmare only her wolf would take over and fight back. She would shift attacking those who entered, with a rage like no other. She even killed a few people that worked here before the room would fog up with smoke and I realized what the vents were for, wolfsbane. Once she was out they would strap her tables and do horrendous things to her. Taking skin, fingers, injuring her while people stood around watching and taking notes or commenting on what they were observing, like they weren’t watching someone be tortured.
“I can’t watch anymore; we shouldn’t watch anymore,” Zane says.
“Then go,” I tell him. My anger rose with each passing second the more I watched. Zane eventually leaves and I pop a new one in. I don’t know how many hours I was sitting there watching the screen, but I couldn’t stop, I knew I wouldn’t till I watched every single one. Brax whimpered continuously and I think my burning rage burned the stuff out of my system faster.
I was watching another when this time she was 15. I watch as the door opens, and my mate looks up from her spot on the floor. “46,” The woman says. This was a different woman, and I recognized this woman. I remembered seeing her picture at Lily’s house once when I was a boy helping her clean out the basement. She had finally convinced Damien to throw everything out that he stored from his past. I remember seeing it in one of the boxes and asking Lily about who it was.
“That’s Estella, Damien’s mother,” she said with disgust before ripping it to pieces and placing it in the bin. Looking at the video it was her. It was definitely Estella, Damian’s mother.
My mate doesn’t seem to be too worried about her, almost comfortable with her.
“I have a surprise for you, they said you could see him if you let me do just one little experiment,” Estella tells her.
“They did, what do I have to do?” my mate asks nervously but I could also see a pinch of excitement at the woman’s words.
“I just need you to lay down on the bed, ” she says. My mate seems confused but does as she asks laying down.
“Will it hurt?” My mate asks and Estella shakes her head.
“No, it’s a gift from your mate,” she says. Another woman walks in with a triangle-shaped pillow and a sheet.
My mate growls at the new woman who glares back at her.
“Don’t worry about her, lift your bum up for me and take off your pants” Estella tells her.
“My pants?” She asks.
“Yes, you need to remove them. I know it’s a little strange, but I promise I will be gentle, you want to see him don’t you?” Estella asks her.
My mate hesitantly does what she asks, removing her pants and Estella places the pillow under her bum making her lay awkwardly on the bed.
“You promise I will get to see him?” She asks and Estella nods.
“Yes, but you have to stay very still and lay on your back for an hour. You do that for me, and I will let you see him,” she says. Estella drapes a blanket over her before pushing her knees up. The other woman leaves before returning with some long string with what looked like a balloon attached to the end. That’s when I realized what they were doing. This is how she got pregnant. When they were done Estella told her to remain still and not move. My mate does what she is told, twiddling her fingers looking at the ceiling. I skipped the recording for an hour wanting to know who her mate was. I noticed she never left the cell in any of the videos when they experimented. They always brought everything to her; she never left the cell.
I waited for this mystery mate to enter, only he didn’t. Instead, I see the mirror flicker before turning clear like glass. My mate jumps up excitedly and Estella walks in with what looks like a hand radio handing it to her.
“You were very good 46, here is your reward,” Estella tells her. My mate takes it excitedly when I see a man on the other side of the glass walk over to her and sit on the floor. A radio in his hand I watched as they talked only it was mainly her wolf talking to him.
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