The Revenge

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Chapter 22

Hours became days and I lost any sense of time. Torben kept me locked up in the dungeon, the only interaction I had was the first day with him and the werewolves that were bringing me blood once a day. They didn't talk when I attempted to talk to them, only giving me dirty looks. They only fed me enough to keep me going, but not enough for me to get strong.

With days without anyone around me, my thoughts were the only company I had. First I thought about all the good memories and Sin, I tried to be positive. With every day I began feeling despair more and negative thoughts replaced the good ones. I lost faith I would ever escape or someone rescuing me.

The room was pitch black but thanks to my vampire vision I could see better in the dark than any human. I sat in the corner, hugging my knees closer to me. I moved back and forth and humming a song Suren used to sing to me.

The corners of my mouth slightly raised just thought of her. Her sweet little voice was flowing around her bedroom when I heard the melody. I never knew the song she sang, Freya must have sung it to her.

I heard footsteps approaching, I stopped humming the melody. When I looked up I saw four werewolves standing there, one of them holding keys. I eyed the keys, maybe this would be my escape. Realising that they were four of them my hope came crashing down. There was no way I could kill all of them, I was too weak.

The one with the key came forward and started opening the cell door. He had a smirk on his face, when the others walked in they came up to me and roughly pulled me to my feet, two of them on each side holding my elbows. The fourth werewolf walked up to me holding an injection. My eyes widened as panic filled my body and I began fighting them trying to escape, jumping into them but they held me tightly. Seeing my struggle they laughed, without saying anything he grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled my head to the side. At this point, I was screaming my lungs out. He had a sinister smile on his face. My skin crawled just at the look of him. I felt a sharp pain in my neck and then pressure. The second he injected me with the drug, I felt my head getting lightheaded, soon after my head was spinning. My vision got blurry and painful, and as much as I was fighting it my eyes closed on their own throwing me into the blackness.

My eyes slowly opened, the first thing I noticed that the room was mostly dark, there was a faint light coming from the corner of the room and I was laying on something soft and the white ceiling. I wasn't in the dungeon anymore. Memories of the werewolves and drug started rushing in. My eyes widened and I tried to sit up but couldn't. As I tried I felt a sharp pain in my wrists. I looked up above my head, my arms were chained to the bed. I was unable to move them at all and I couldn't even sit up.

Looking around the room I glanced at myself, I only wore panties. Then I heard his voice "'re awake" I gulped when I heard his voice. Panic started overtaking my body and goosebumps rising on my skin from the sound of his voice. I pulled at the chains trying to free myself but there was no chance.

I heard footsteps getting louder, he was walking towards me. Appearing at the foot of the bed, a devilish smile plastered over his face. His eyes roamed over my body and bulge started forming in his pants. He gently touched my leg and I quickly kicked it away, my breaths quick and shallow.

"Aren't you just beautiful, I love when you try to fight me" he stated with a husky voice. Tears started forming in my eyes but I blink them away, I refused to cry in front of him, seeing me weak.

He began slowly undressing. Unbuttoning his white shirt and taking it off and then his pants. I moved my eyes away from him, I couldn't look at him anymore.

"Why can't you just leave me alone, find yourself someone else to torture" I hissed at him.

He stopped his movement for a second
"Because you're mine." His voice roared throughout the room.

"Don't you love Diana? Isn't she your mate?" I asked hoping he would stop what he was about to do.

"She was never my mate and I never loved her."

"Loved?" I raised my eyebrow.

"She's dead" he explained coldly.

"Now stop talking about her, I've waited for you to wake up for hours and I can't wait anymore"

He walked over to next to the bed and lied down next to me. Leaning his head over to my neck he inhaled my smell and let out a loud breath like it was a drug to him. I was pulling on the chains around my wrists trying to free myself. After he pulled away he started tracing gently over the shape of my breast with the tip of his fingers. Goosebumps raised all over my body from the touch. I groaned in protest.

"Why are you so obsessed?" I cried out, tears rolling down the side of my temples.

"Something about you is driving me crazy" he snapped " you're mine, ONLY mine"

"I'll never be yours!" I screamed into his face "when I get the chance I'll kill you" I hissed, my jaw clenched and my body shaking with rage.

He let out a booming laugh, tilting his head backwards. "If you get the chance," he said amused.

My eyes widened realising that my chances are slim to none. And escaping even lesser.

He took off his boxers and ripped my underwear off with one swift movement. Pulling my legs apart against my fighting he lied in between my legs. I felt his hard cock on my pussy. I was trying to fight him, trying to kick him off of me but it was useless. He kissed my neck, going down towards my breast taking my nipple in his mouth sucking and gently biting. His hand moved in between my legs playing with my clitoris.
" wet" he murmured. At that moment I hated my body for betraying me like this. I didn't want to feel any pleasure from him and yet my body wanted more. He slid a finger inside of me and began thrusting in and out.

My eyes were shut, not wanting to see his face. He pulled out his fingers then I felt his cock against the entrance of my pussy. He roughly trusted his cock inside, letting out a moan. "Fuck, you feel better than I remember." As he started thrusting in-out roughly I felt my orgasm reaching.

I didn't want to give him the pleasure of knowing that my body was reacting to him like this. With every hard thrust, I was closer and closer until it came and I let out a loud moan and my body began to tremble. I fought the urge to sink my fangs into his neck. Seconds later I felt his thrust harder and a moan escaped his lips and his cum flooded me inside.

He lied on top of me for a second before pulling out of me. I felt his sperm oozing out of me. My nose scrunched at the feeling. He gave me genuine smile. I didn't understand how can be someone happy from someone else misery.

He left the room what looked like into the bathroom. I still lied on the bed chained.

Few more minutes later he walked out naked, his cock hard. My eyes widened and I freeze. Seeing my facial expressions he questioned, "you thought we were finished?" He laughed out "not even close, we have all night" with a smug smile he walked over and violated me again and again.

Hours passed, I was exhausted physically and mentally. I just wanted to be finished. He never got enough of me. My body was aching.

Sometimes during the night, I managed to get him angry by biting his lip until he bled when he attempted to kiss me on my lips. He hit me across my face, a split lip was adoring my face now and my cheek was aching. I also had bruises on my thighs from him holding me roughly and bruises on my wrists from the chains. That night was the longest night of my life.

After he finally finished with me he left me chained to the bed. I screamed and cried for someone to let me off the bed but no one came.

I've never felt so hopeless before. I was used and left there. No one cared or wanted to help me. I was beginning to think I'd never be able to escape. I'd rather die than have another night like this.
Hatred wasn't enough for what I felt towards Torben.

My face was wet from all my tears. I was beyond exhausted when I closed my eyes I instantly fell asleep.

Opening my eyes I noticed the light in the room. It must have been a day. I moved my arm and noticed the lightness and no pain. I looked up, the chains were gone. Also, I had a blanket thrown over me. I sat up on the bed, instantly I felt disgusting.

I stood up, severe pain was all over my lover area. I groaned in pain and slowly limped into the bathroom. After I used the toilet I jumped into the shower. I scrubbed myself like I never did before. I wanted to scrub off all of his kisses and touches. His smell was all over me. I took my time until I was as clean as possible.

When I limped out of the shower I glanced at myself in the mirror. My lower lip was red, swollen and a scab was forming. A bruise was appearing on my cheek and I had dark circles under my eyes. My eyes were lifeless, puffy and red from crying so much. My usually glowing olive skin was extremely pale making my eyes look like black holes. The paleness of my skin made my eyes look even darker nearly black.

A different person was staring at me. Individual who was lost and desperate. Someone full of misery and sorrow. And someone who couldn't keep their promises. Someone unable to finish what they started.
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