29.9 The Torture of the Former Alpha
Carter woke up lying down, staring up into a ring of light. He tried sitting up but found that he couldn’t move. His head, arms, and legs had been strapped down. How did I get here?
The last thing he had remember fighting one of the triplets that had challenged him. She was a good fighter for a pup, not that he would ever admit that to anyone.
The table he was lying on began to move until he was upright. He stared into the blue eyes of the bitch of his toy. She smelled of the Omega. Did she have sex with him before coming here? Another scent reached his nose. She was pregnant.
“Congratulations,” he said with a smirk. “Who’s the father?” She said nothing. “Can’t be Zeke. Does his dick even work? I’m surprised he can get it up, given the time we had together. I get hard just thinking about it.”
His face jerked to the side as the she-wolf punched him in the face, dislocating his jaw. He wanted to smile but he held himself back. She would be easy to manipulate. He just needed to make her angry enough to slip up and he would be out of this place. The room suddenly cooled, and he felt cold fingers fix his jaw.
The bitch’s appearance had changed. Her hair and her eyes had turn white. He no longer felt like he was looking at a pup. Carter’s mind went back to the Oracle’s warning.
“What are you,” he asked.
“What I am holds no importance,” she said, her voice radiating power. He fought the urge to cower before her. “Just know that I’m going to make you pay for what you did to my mate.”
She moved past his line of sight. He heard her rummage through something. She walked back in front of him with a needled syringe in her hand.
“Your pack thinks you’re dead,” she said as she injected whatever what was in in the needle into his neck. “Everyone think you’re dead. If you think that there will be anyone worried about you, if you think you’ll be able to escape this place, you are mistaken.”
Carter felt his body go slack. He opened his mouth to speak but found that he couldn’t. His eyes stared straight ahead. No matter what he did, he couldn’t move.
The table he was strapped to moved again, and Carter found himself staring at the ceiling again. He heard her move around. The sound of metal clinking together reached his ears as she picked up something. What is was, he didn’t know.
“You know, the annoying thing about skinning someone alive is that once the skin is gone, it’s gone,” she said as she unstrapped his arm.
Carter felt a sharp pain in his shoulder as she held a blade to it and moved it downward, taking his skin with it. Carter wanted to scream but he couldn’t. Whatever he was injected with kept him trapped inside his own body, unable to move.
“And so is the capacity for pain. A little trick I learned over the years is that if you stop before you get the bottom layer, you can prolong the torture for a long time.”
She spoke calmly as she peeled the his skin off. Carter thought of different ways he could block out the pain, but none of them worked. She continued to cut his skin off until only his dick was the only thing left unpeeled.
Tears fell from the corner of his eyes, streaming down the sides of his face. He wanted to cry. He wanted to run. He didn’t want her to cut up his dick. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
If he could, he would’ve let out a sigh of relief when she stepped away from his body. It quickly turned to dread as he heard her pick up something else. Suddenly, his dick got hard.
He wasn’t aroused but for some reason, he was getting an erection. It hurt. The bitch stood next to him and gave him a smile.
“I know you know this, but I’ll tell you regardless. There are three very sensitive parts to a man’s dick. Can you tell me what they are?” She paused. “Oh, right, you can’t.”
Carter felt something cold press against the tip of his dick. His body spasmed as he felt a sharp pain. It happened over and again. It felt like his tip was being stabbed with tiny knives.
This time, a groan escaped his mouth.
“Looks like the drug is wearing off.” She move the cold device slightly lower, and the stabbing sensation continued. Carter screamed. “Stop being a little bitch, Carter. It’s just a prick.”
“Don’t you wish.”
He writhed in pain as she moved the item down to his balls. It felt like an eternity before she finally stopped. He felt no relief as she stepped away from him again. She probably was going to grab something different to torture him.
She came back with a syringe. She placed it on his chest before breaking his legs, hips, and arms. Bone stuck out of skin in every limb that’d been broken. She then injected the needle into his neck. Her appearance changed back, and she held her hands to her mouth.
“I can’t believe this,” she said, looking shocked. Is she crazy? “Don’t you worry. I’ll get you fixed up.”
She stepped away from him. Carter heard her press a button. The ceiling opened up, and robotic arms descended. They began fixing his arms and legs. He wanted to scream as he was cut into.
The bitch started laughing.
“As fun as this was, I have a mate to get back to,” she said as she walked away. “Try not to die while I’m gone. Not that you have a choice or anything. You’re going to live for a long time.”
Carter was left alone in his torment. He wanted to it end. He wanted to die, but that didn’t happen. He stayed alert as he was cut open and mended.