Lupo Nero

Chapter 6

Violet's PoV

I woke up with a start as I felt a burning pain on my back. I fell off the makeshift bed, moaning in agony as the pain made its way through my small frame.

Tears streamed down my face as I waited it out, curling up in a fetal position in a fruitless attempt to defend myself from the invisible force.

I wish I could say I have grown used to the constant pain that lasted for what felt like hours but I would have been lying.

They're hurting him again.

A pained whimper made its way past my lips at the thought. I stayed curled up on the dirty ground beside my bed until the pain slowly subsided to a tolerable level.

I made my way towards a tiny wooden table not too far from the bed and gulped down the glass of water on top of it, the glass slipping through my trembling fingers just as I was about to put it down.

I winced in pain as the shards of glass sliced through my bare legs, the blood trickling down my skin and disappearing into the spot where the rusted shackles met my ankle. It's been a year since I gave him his potion supply, a year since I made the stupid move to go to the pack house, a year of me walking around in shackles, a year since they started punishing Theo for my actions, and a year since I last saw his bright hazel orbs.

He should be here soon.

Just as I sat back down on my bed, the bolts on the other side of the only door in the room shifted and he came in, a devilish smirk plastered on his face as always.

I stared blankly at him as he made his way towards the wooden table, placing a plastic bag in front of it before leaning on the other side of the wall, observing me.

Two years ago I would've scowled at him, I would've screamed profanities and spat in his face, I would've broken my ankles if it meant getting to claw his skin off. But I have long lost the fight in me. This man had a way of sucking every last bit of hope out of people. I would know. Now? Now I'm just tired. I am so so terribly tired. I would've given up a long time ago if only Theo wasn't involved.

My poor Theo...

"H-how is he?" I squeaked out. My voice sounded pathetic even to my own ears.

His smirk widened at my hopelessness. "Much worse than you are. Regret your actions yet?"

I flinched at his words, tears rolling down my cheeks once again at the thought of bringing Theo pain.

"Anyways," he straightened up and waved a hand at the direction of the plastic bag. "Everything you need is in there. Make it quick because I used up the last of it a week ago and it should start to wear off by tonight. I'll be back early tomorrow morning and the next batch should be ready by then... Unless you want more of what you felt mere minutes ago?" He raised a mocking eyebrow at me.

I only had enough energy to sigh and bow my head in defeat.

"Good." I could hear the smirk in his voice. Seconds later, I heard the door open and close before the bolts were locked back on the other side.

I sighed as I limped my way to the table, taking out the containers inside the plastic and preparing a bowl for another batch of the potion, keeping Theo's face in mind to distract myself from the guilt itching its way through my system every time I did this.

Just a couple more months. We're almost there, Theo. Hold on a little longer, we'll get through this... We will.

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HELLO DEAR READERS (I know there are only like five of you, tops but I'm just gonna pretend that's not the case).

I KNOW THE CHAPTER IS RIDICULOUSLY SHORT and I am so terribly sorry for taking so long to update but I wanted to add depth to some (if not all) of my characters and I wasn't sure how the eff I was gonna pull that off and even now, I'm not entirely sure about what I'm doing but oh well. Also, summer semester in my university just started and it has been hell (not much unlike the rest of my life) so I haven't had the time or energy to update but I'm back! Please tell me what you think so far?