CHAPTER 2: Alone in a cell – Part 1/2
This chapter contains scenes of physical and sexual assault. Please continue ahead to the next chapter if such settings may upset you or cause you to be uncomfortable.
You have been warned!
I walked out of the cell and down the hall. Her screams and cries flooded my ears as I took each step. I tensed up, clenching my fists at my side, trying to fight the urge to turn around and run back to her, capturing her in my arms. Instead, I decided against it, causing my wolf to growl at me in response to my actions and choices.
I reached my office finally, opening the door and entering, motioning for Luca to enter and close the door behind him. I sat in my chair and faced Luca. “The execution is off. She is to remain in that cell until I’ve decided what to do with her, is that clear?” I stated firmly.
He raised a brow. “Yes, Alpha. But why is the execution off? What if she is a hunter? What if there are others with her? She could be a great threat to us and should be dealt with as soon as possible.” He stated.
I sat up straight in my chair, glaring at him. “Amelia is a mere human and poses no threat to us. She is not to be harmed in any way; do I make myself clear?” I said in a deep Alpha tone.
He squinted his eyes at me, unsure of my decisions, but nodded in agreement, knowing he couldn’t go against me or fight me.
I leaned back in my chair, breathing heavily and gripping my hair in frustration. I growled loudly and threw everything from my desk. That beautiful human is my fucking mate! My wolf was pacing circles in my head, howling to be with her. As much as I wanted to be with her, too, we couldn’t. Humans and wolves don’t mate together, ever! It was one of our most precious and abided by laws.
What the fuck am I going to do with her now? My wolf would die if I killed her, and he would never allow me to let her go, and I didn’t want to either. I’m screwed!
I had woken up hours later, after crying myself to sleep on the cold, hard floor. My wrists throbbed from the chains, my body ached from laying on the floor, and my head was pounding. I had hoped to wake up and realize that this was all just a horrible, horrible nightmare. But, to my dismay, I was still chained up in this cold and smelly cell. It was a nightmare, but not the one I had hoped to be.
I looked around for something, anything to help me break free of these chains. I could see what looked like an old rusty nail; that would work! I reached out for it, but my chains restricted me. I removed my boots and stretched my body out as far as possible, trying to reach the nail with my foot. I was so close; my big toe was almost able to get it. I stretched out just a bit more, groaning from the pain; just as my toes touched the nail, I heard the thumping of boots nearing my cell. I quickly sat back up and fixed myself, making it appear as if I was doing nothing.
A man approached my cell. He wasn’t as tall as the others or as muscular. He had bright orange hair, dull green eyes, and scars on his face. He smiled at me, revealing his chipped and discoloured teeth.
His eyes locked with mine. “Well, well, what do we have here.” He licked his lips.
I scrunched my face up in distaste.
He grinned deviously. “You look delicious enough to eat.”
I just sat there, staring daggers at him and remaining silent.
His hands clasped around the metal bars of the cell, and he brought his face closer. “Ever been with the big bad wolf, gorgeous?”
I didn’t reply but found his words to be an exciting choice and strange.
“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue? Or should I say wolf?” He laughed at his joke. What does he mean by a wolf?
He sniffed the air around him, and his eyes widened.
“Oh, you’re a human.” He smiled wickedly. Why did he refer to me as a human? He is human, too, right?
He pulled a key from his pocket, unlocked the door, and entered the cell, closing the door behind him. I backed myself into the wall even more; the look on his face had me fearing for my life now.
He slowly stalked towards me, with a menacing grin plastered across his face. “Don’t worry, darling; I’ll be gentle.” Gentle? What was he going to do?
“Get out, now.” I boomed, trying to remain calm.
He reached for his belt and began to unbuckle it. My eyes widened in horror as I realized what was about to happen. I was frozen in my spot for a beat, shock and horror consuming my mind and body.
He smirked. “I promise you’ll enjoy this or not, but I definitely will.”
He grabbed ahold of my hair, forcing me onto my knees. I clawed at his hands, attempting to get him to release me, but he just laughed at my efforts. Next, he tore my shirt from my body, leaving me in my bra. The grotesque man then bent down and kissed me roughly. I took this opportunity and bit down on his lip, hard. He stumbled back and growled as he wiped a small amount of blood from his lip.
He slapped me hard, causing me to fall face-first onto the floor. “You bitch! You’re going to pay for that.” He snarled at me.
He unbuckled my pants and flipped me over onto my stomach, he began to pull down my pants, and I fought with him to keep them up.
“No, please don’t do this. I’m begging you.” I pleaded, tears now pouring down my face.
He gripped my pants tightly and, in one swift movement, ripped them from my skin, leaving me in my underwear now. I felt sick to my stomach at the thought of what was to come next. I was shaking uncontrollably; this can’t be happening! Please, someone, save me!
I felt his hands roam up my thighs and clutch both sides of my underwear. Then, just as he was about to pull them down, a loud, dangerous growl flooded the air within the cell, and someone then tore the man from me. I lay there, unable to move, as shock and fear consumed my body. I wanted to see who had saved me, but I couldn’t bring myself to move or to look.
Growls and snarls echoed throughout the room. I heard blood-curdling screams coming from someone as wetness splashed my body. I whimpered and flinched with each horrific scream. I covered my ears with my hands, but that did little to drown out the disturbing sounds. Finally, however, the cries had ceased just as quickly, and the room fell silent. I slowly began to pick myself up off the floor, but large hands gripped my arms and carefully lifted me up and onto my shaky feet. I cringed in terror and tried to pull away, but the person was too strong.
“Stop! You’re going to hurt yourself.” A deep yet soft male’s voice rang in my ears.
I peeked around my shoulder to get a glimpse of who the voice belonged to, and it was the same man from earlier that had come to my cell, the man who made my mouth water with sexual desire. However, he was also the same man that had put his hands on me and hurt me. I instinctively covered myself and shielded my body from him, not wanting the man to see me like this. Even though I had done nothing wrong, I felt ashamed and disgusted with myself.