Chapter Two

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Alpha dragged me all the way down to the dungeon that was in the basement. The keys jingled as he opens the door, tossing me inside a dark, filthy cell meant for rouges.

I let out a small whimper, landing on my injured hand. Alpha didn't like that. "Shut up, you stupid runt!" Tears rolled down my cheeks as Alpha slammed the door close, locking it to prevent any escape.

"You embarrassed my son!" Alpha grabbed my hair again, lifting me up and yanking me over to the shackles that hanged in the middle of the cell. "In front of guest!" He grabbed the shackles and locked them on me.

My shoulders shook as I sobbed. My hands were above my head and my feet were off the ground. Can't even touch it. Then, my shirt was ripped off.

Tears in my eyes, I looked back, watching as Alpha went over to his tools and pick up his favorite whip on the wall.

Looking back down, Alpha took his place behind me. "I don't wanna hear a single sound coming from you." I nodded my head. Don't beg.

My teeth gridded when the whip's spikes hit me. Leaving a stinking feeling due to the silver on the spikes tips. I need to be quiet. Alpha is already mad enough. If I make a sound, my punishment will be much worst. "Answer me with words, you brainless bitch!"

My head nodded. "Yes Alpha. I understand Alpha. Please forgive me."

"Good." The whip snapped. "Let's begin." Another burning stinking came from my back. I threw my head back, bitting down on my tongue.

Strike after strike, I kept quiet. Holding back cries and whimpers. I decided this. I should have done better. I embarrassed Alpha's son. Alpha is right to punish me. I deserve this. I embarrassed Alpha's son. Alpha is right to punish me.

I was wrong. I'll do better next time. I'll be so good, Alpha will never punish me again. I'll be good. I promise.

Those words kept on repeating in my head.

Feeling the strikes come to a stop, my entire back was on fire and my face was half dried of tears. Waiting until Alpha unlocked me, my limp body fall to the ground. Blood pouring out of the cuts. My head was dizzy and I was too weak to move.

Alpha was breathing heavily when he put the whip down. Walking back to me and grabbing my hair, dragged me over to the door and unlocking it.

Hauling me out, Alpha continued to drag me up two flights of stairs until we were in-front of Luna, Elijah, and the guests in the lounge. Alpha forced my head up. "Apologize to my son."

Letting my hair go, my head slammed against the floor. Laying there, ears ringing, not moving, Alpha became impatient and kicked my stomach. "Apologize!"

Still weak and using all the little strength, I slowly got up, trembling. Bowing my head so it touched the floor in-front of everyone. "Please, young master. Forgive me."

Another kick to my stomach. "Louder." My fangs dig into my lip. "Please, young master. Forgive me...for spilling wine on you." Alpha didn't kick again. Much to my relief.

"Good. Now, get out of my sight, runt. You're ruining the atmosphere with your disgusting presence."

My bow deepen. "Yes, young master. Thank you, young master." Forcing myself up and standing on wobbly, weak legs, I bowed once more. Feeling eyes on me as I turned around and left.

Limping towards my room, blood dripped onto the floor. I have to clean that up later. First, need to lay down and rest for a bit. Alpha didn't say I can take the day off tomorrow.

Pulling down the handle, I stumbled into my closet, closing the door behind me and collapsing on the old cardboards that's for a bed. It was a huge privilege to have a bed like this.

It'll be taken away if Alpha deems so. And being on strike two isn't helping. Going back to sleeping on the cold floor isn't pleasing to think about.

Laying on my side, my gaze shifted. My bad hand attempted to make a fist but failed, barely moving. It'll take time to move it again. In the meantime, I have to make do with one hand. That means getting up much earlier so my chores are done on time or strike number three.

Another day of endless whipping. Gives me shivers thinking about it. Time to step it up. Or things will go back to the old way.

The door creaked opened and light poured in. There was a small gasp as the door was shut and the light got closer. Moving my hair away, finger tips hovered over the fresh marks on my back.

Moving away, the lantern, a glass bottle, and a filled bucket of water was put down. She grabbed a rag and plunged it into the water, then squeezed it. "Young mistress, you shouldn't be in here." Sweat poured down my face. It's cold.

Maya used the rag to clean the blood from my back. "You're my little sister, Iris. It's my job to take care of you." You shouldn't. You're a higher rank than me. She shouldn't be doing this. I'm just a worthless runt. You shouldn't even touch someone like me. "But Alpha-"

"I don't care what father thinks, Iris. Let me take care of you." My mouth kept shut as Maya continued to work. Being gentle as possible.

Hissing and whimpering in pain, gripping tightly to the cardboard. More tears ran down my cheeks. When Maya was done cleaning, she poured alcohol on the cuts. I bit down on my hand to keep the cries quiet. Don't wake the pack.

Putting the glass bottle down, Maya help sat me up and lean against her. She took off my ripped shirt. Taking out bandages from her pocket, she carefully wrapped them around the wounds.

By the time she was finished, I was exhausted. Pain too much to bare at the moment. Drifting in and out of consciousness with my head on her shoulder.

Being ever so delicate, Maya lifted me off her and placed me back on my bed. "Rest. You need it." She lightly kissed my forehead.

Gathering everything and leaving, she closed the door gently behind her. In complete darkness and alone, sounds of her footsteps slowly fade away.

Them gone, my eyes slowly close shut. Unable to open again until the next day when I am needed.

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