Chained

Chapter 7 - Dreams

Just a quick warning!

This chapter is a quite graphic in regards to violence, so if you feel as if this might be triggering or disturbing for you please feel free to skip past it as it doesn't really contribute to the plot but is more of a backstory. Thanks!

- T

Winter's POV

I woke with a start as iced water poured over my naked body. 

I gasped and shivered violently as I attempted to understand where I was and what had happened. My mind was clouded over and my vision blurred from the pain that spread across my body and the water that covered my eyes. As I tried to wipe it away I found that my hands were bound above me by a chain that was bolted to the ceiling, forcing me to stand. 

The memories charged into my vision. 

I had been taken by Markus, an alpha werewolf and been held prisoner. In that time he and other wolves had beat me until I lost consciousness countless times in order to instil fear into me. 

One time, after being beaten, I was carried into a room that held two rows of barred cages filled with werewolves and tossed into the remaining empty cell. That was when I slipped the key from the guard's belt and hid it until he had left. Then I had forced myself to stand before unlocking the door to my cell, tossing the key to the werewolf in the cell next to me and bolting out the door. 

I had almost found my way to the exit before Markus cut me off. He had picked me up and slammed me against the concrete wall until my ribs cracked and the world went black. 

Now I was here. 

A large dark room with a singular flickering light that swayed above me. I tried to look around but could see nothing past a few feet ahead of me. My chest throbbed and each breath seemed more painful than the last. 

My body stiffened at the sound of a laugh echo through the room. I tried to see where it came from but my senses were dulled and the sound vibrated off the walls disorientating me more. 

"Wakey Wakey kitty," A voice purred.

My eyes widened and my chest became tighter. I opened my mouth to say something but a hand snaked across my mouth from behind me. 

"No talking please kitty," the voice of the hand snarled from behind me. 

I recoiled and tried to pull my face away from his hand but he just held it tighter. I felt my heart thunder in my chest and my breaths begin to labour as his hand travelled down my jaw and across my neck. 

Painfully slowly, the hand tightened its grip on my neck and I wheezed trying to force air into my body. My body struggled instinctually but I was chained so my feet could barely touch the ground making movement in his grip impossible. My chest felt as though it was on fire, but all I could do was wheeze as the grip on my neck became tighter. 

Spots formed in my vision and just as I thought I was going to pass out, the hand retreated off my neck. My body convulsed as I coughed and heaved air back into my lungs and my head hung low in front of me. 

The relief was only temporary. The hand slithered from the back of my neck, through my knotted hair and towards the crown of my hair. 

I cried out as he yanked my hair back forcing me to look up at the blinding light. I tried to pulled myself away but only succeed in pulling at my own hair. 

"I'm quite impressed with your little escape attempt," the voice said from behind me, his hand still gripping my hair. 

My eyes watered as he tightened his grip and traced my bruised jaw with this other hand. 

He held me like that until I no longer had the fight to even wriggle. Once he let me go I rolled my head forward allowing my neck to rest from the strained position. 

"I was wondering when you were going to try it," he murmured into my ear. "You did quite well considering you were never given the location of the exit."

I recoiled myself as far away from him as I could but he had rested his clean-shaven face in the crook of my neck and was determined to stay there. It was true, I wasn't entirely sure where the exit of the prison was, I had relied entirely on instinct and my sense of smell to tell me where the most commonly used door was. 

He laughed into my ear before stepping back and disappearing behind me.  He was still in the room, I was too weak to see or smell where he was but every bone in my body told me he was near me. 

"I planned out something special for you Kitty," his voice echoed around me. "Something new that we haven't tried yet."

My heart lurched in my chest and I forced myself not to throw up what little contents I had left in my stomach. I tried to look past the blinding light above me into the darkness of the room but saw nothing but the swirling shadows of my exhausted mind. 

Before I could blink his smiling face appeared in front of me and I gasped. His smile widened as he slowly prowled towards me. He wore the brown leather apron, it kept the blood from staining his clothes. 

As I was staring at his face, I didn't notice what he held. Cool metal touched to my already freezing skin just over my hip. 

I couldn't even scream as pain I had never felt before plunged through my hip and cursed through my entire body like fire. My eyes were forced open by the shear ferocity of the pain but they saw nothing but flashes of a lurid white light. For what felt like a lifetime, the pain rippled through my bones until I tasted blood in my mouth and smelt the scent of burning flesh. 

When it stopped I screamed but it was drowned out my Markus' laughter. "Shocking isn't it?" he cackled. 

My entire body shuddered as I gasped in bites of air at a time. Blood dripped from my lips as I must have bitten my tongue. 

I wasn't given anymore time to recover before he pressed the metal to my upper thigh. I braced myself knowing I would never be ready for the pain. 

I tried to get my balance as I was given a moments rest but only the balls of my feet were able to touch the ground and I was sure my legs were too weak to carry me anyway. It was truely hopeless. 

I stopped trying to move and allowed myself to hang.

I need to save my strength. 

Perhaps I should have cried, begged for his mercy, but I wouldn't. It would bring me nothing but pain and I wasn't sure I could even if I tried.

I had nothing let within me to cry for.