Lady Wolfe | The Beginning | • Wattys 2022 •

18 - She was Wrath

'Such a mighty bitch! Your husband and your wolves, where are they now?'

He struck her. Tears threatened to spill again but she wouldn't give in. She cannot show him how vulnerable she was. Not now. Not when everything was lost.

'Well you're all alone now,' he said through his gritted teeth, grabbing her roughly by her cheeks. He spoke with such anger. His tone was malicious and full of wrath. She could tell he wasn't going to kill her so soon that night.

Meela was sweating, her vision was partially blurry. The effects of the poison were getting stronger by the minute.

His fingers slowly traced the underside of her chest but she shoved them away. Her face was flushed with her neck veins throbbing. Her balled fists made her knuckles turn white. She was fuming in anger. Her cold blue eyes were staring on his grey ones. Poisoned or not, he wasn't having his way with her.

The stranger was towering her. He didn't pin her hands against the wall but pressed his body against hers, caging her. She could feel his length brushing past her belly. She flinched in disgust at the feeling of his manhood against her tummy. She couldn't move. Not with the same dagger threateningly placed near her neck.

'Let me go,' she warns, glaring at him.

'Alright,' he gave her a smug and yanked her by the back of her neck and before she knew it she felt a stinging, piercing pain through her stomach and she wailed in pain.

He stabbed her!

She whimpered as he ripped the blade out and stabbed her again and shoved her to the floor. She screeched in pain as she fell. Her hands were pressing her belly, trying to soothe the sharp pain hitting her all at once. It was burning. Her breathing was ragged, she was unable to speak as she cupped her wound.

'Too painful?' He asks, his voice sounding pitiful. He was pretending.

'You. Youu. Fucking bastard!' She wailed in pain, her eyes squeezed shut.

'What did you call me, bitch?' He snarls and he kicked her. As her screams grew loud, his assaults increased. At first it was just the kicks. But then he knelt and started using both his fists.

He punched her everywhere. Her face, her body. He kicked her torso and she shouted at him to stop. But he didn't. He enjoyed it. He enjoyed watching her suffer. He was too angry. Too vengeful.

'Look at you. So beautiful,' he caresses her bruised cheek before slapping it hard. The smack had made her  stinging cheek go numb.

She could taste blood. Her lip was bleeding. She spitted out the blood and coughed out loud. Her body was in an unbearable pain. She could feel her head getting dizzy. She was about to pass out. But the man wouldn't let her go so easily.

The stranger had the weirdest desires. He wanted to see her die in complete pain, tortured and bleeding. He wouldn't stop caressing her hair, her cheeks, her arm before starting to smack her. She could only scream as loud as her body could bring her but then she lost her own voice. Her throat burned and it felt hoarse.

She was so helpless. Her body was beaten black and blue. She laid on the floor, her legs curled to protect her stabbed belly but no spot was missed from the stranger's assaults. She couldn't handle the blows. She couldn't handle anything.

She needed help. At least a weapon. She couldn't fight alone. She couldn't depend on anyone else. But someone did come.

It was a bleeding knight. He stumbled past Victor's body and she was shaken to his core to meet her dead husband's cold eyes.

'Look you brought your friend?'
He grins, picking both daggers from the floor and whistled at the knight. He growled, charging for the stranger.

'Stop!' Meela breathes but it was barely even a whisper.