Caine's Love

Chapter 8.

Diana

I sprinted after my mate, who was now seeing nothing but red. 

Caine came to a holt when he reached a shed that could easily pass of as a house, because it was massive. I guess this was his 'Torture House.' It reeked of blood and death.

Caine and I shifted, neither one of us caring that we were naked. He found himself a pair of shorts while I found myself an over-sized t-shirt. Caine was about to head inside when I called his name in hopes to stop him.

"Caine, please just stop for a minute." I pleaded.

"Go back to the penthouse Diana. You're not going to want to see him after I'm done torturing him." He growled, not even bothering to look at me.

"At least fucking look at me!" I growled louder then I've ever growled. Only for it to be challenged by Caine's louder and more powerful growl.

"Don't disrespect me." He spat. "Mate or not, no now disrespects me."

"Fuck off!" I spoke as a 'figure of speech'. "So you can disrespect me and not feel bad. But I can't even ask you to fucking look at me!?" I yelled having had enough. This time Caine finally turned around, I saw that his cheeks were tear strained. Caine was crying? I softened my once hard gaze and asked: "You were crying?"

"Is it not obvious Diana!?" He replied frustrated, probably at my stupid question. Then again I had every right to ask. My Luna instincts kicked in and my wolf was suddenly angry for being disrespected by her own mate.

"Stop being a blunt asshole. Don't you think this is hard on me? I was the one who was fucking raped, so get your head out of your ass and learn to respect your other half. You know rather then being an asswipe, why don't you comfort your mate? Stop being such an arrogant, cocky ass and learn some respect." Every word laced with venom. However I can't care less at that point to be honest.

Caine needs to understand that it is not ok to treat anyone like that. I was the one who was raped for crying out loud, and he's worried about torturing rather then comforting his lost, and broken mate. 

Caine stepped forward and went to grab my wrists,  stepped back and put my hands in front me; signalling him to stop. "Don't. Just come back to me when you've gotten your head out of your ass. Because let's face it your only stepping forward to comfort me because I asked you too, otherwise you never would've thought of it." I spoke a lot calmer then before. "You go and do whatever the fuck you want with him, to him I don't know. But I'll be out here.. waiting, when your done."

"I'm not leaving you." He finally spoke.

"Cut the act. Just go." I said impatiently. "The sooner you go, the sooner you come back." Caine sighed in defeat and was about to leave before he stopped looked back and spoke: "It's not an act Diana. I love you." I'm sure you do.

I sighed once he left and sat down, resting my energy deprived body against a tree stump.

Just when things were going great. But you know what they say 'You can't run from your nightmares. Because they will always come back to haunt you.' 

I regret it deeply. I should've stayed with my brothers. I should've let them kill me. This way everything would've been easier. Caine could've found someone who wouldn't cause him so much pain and grief. And I could go to hell for killing my own parents. It's true what my brothers said I don't deserve to live.

I did the one thing I refused to ever do. I cried, I cried my heart and soul out. Every emotion I had ever felt had been poured out.

Yes I have cried about minor shit before, but I refused to ever cry about my parents. It seems that day by day I begin to hate myself more and more.

I can't even learn to love myself, how the hell am I supposed to be a motherly figure and act as a proper luna should. With all the baggage I have, all I'm doing is putting the pack in danger. 

Stupid over-thinking. 

It could be hours before Caine comes out. A quick energy re-fil wouldn't hurt. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to drift off to a anti-nightmare and dreamless sleep.

...........

Caine

Her words cut like a silver knife covered in wolves-bane. But my princess was right. I am an arrogant, cocky asshole. 

But when she told me she was forced to do... stuff that was against her will; without her consent, I couldn't bare to look at her. Not because it was her fault but because I couldn't help her. Her pleas and cries were all for nothing. No one helped her. Now every time I look at her, all I can see and hear are her pleas and cries. Her tear strained face, her hopeless effort to plead someone to help her out of her misery. 

I growled at the thought. I marched towards the torture tools walls, where I quickly spotted John.

"John. I want the most harmful, painful tools delivered to Sebastian's torture cell. I'm going to kill the bastard." I growled.

"Of course alpha, however if you don't mind me asking.. Don't you think we should keep him alive or information?" John replied bowing his head.

"Don't question my choices. I know exactly what I'm doing. He needs to be punished for what he did to my mate." I growled, not wanting to reveal any more information.

"Very well alpha." John began picking out tools and placing them into one my the unoccupied metal trolleys.

Once John was done, he wheeled the trolley to Sebastian's cell. I motioned John to leave whilst I got ready to have fun.

Sebastian was on the cold concrete floor, his wrists and ankles secured with silver cuffs.

I kicked his stomach, just enough for him to wake up. "Wake up mutt." I ordered, in return got a groan from him.

I grabbed him by his neck and put pressure on it, causing his eyes to snap open. "Good now that your awake." 

"Please don't hurt me." He pleaded.

"Shut it mutt. I'll kill you for what you did to my mate." I said seeing red once again. 

"Diana's your mate?" He asked, his voice shaky and hoarse. Shaky from scared, and hoarse from the lack of water.

"Don't you dare speak her name. You took my mate's innocence away from her! You bloody raped her. And for that I am going to torture you to the brink of death, but not fully. So you can feel pain. I'll torture you everyday for a week and then eventually your body will give up and you'll be dead. But I won't let you die easily, it'll be a slow and painful death from here on Sebastian." I smirked evilly.

"She would never let you do that. S-she i-s the k-kindest person I h-have ever m-met." He stammered.

"Well when you pathetic excuse of a werewolf raped her, and her fuck-head of brothers tortured her she changed." I growled menacingly.

"S-she loved h-her broth-ers e-even aft-er they tortured her. A-and y-you don-n't under-stand. I ca-n explain why I d-did what I did." He tried to reason, as flashes of terror crossed his eyes.

"Maybe later." I pulled out a whip from my trolley and began whipping the bastard. Whilst listening to his agonising screams and please.

Oh this should be fun.

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I cried because,

1) It's sad.

2) This chapter got deleted and I had to re-write it :(

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