I wake up groggily and try to move but hiss in pain feeling something burning my wrists, I look down and almost cry. I'm chained to the exact chair that haunts my memories. " No No No" I mumble to myself and struggle to break the chains, screaming in agony. I struggle for awhile more but give up, panting from the pain and exertion. I lie back trying to calm my irractic heart beat and uncontrolable breathing. The door slams open and my father's heavy footsteps walk towards the chair, I shut off my emotions and stare at him emotionless. He smiles smugly " well, well, well, look at what we have here" he says. I stay still watching him, making sure I keep my emotions in check. His fist collides with my face and my head whips to the side with a loud crack. The familiar metallic taste of blood quickly fills my mouth and I spit it out and turn my head slowly to look back at my father not showing him any emotion at all. He growls and grabs a knife and holds the hilt tightly as he slices through my skin with it. I grit my teeth and ball up my fists tightly trying to hold back the screams of agony. He finishes after three hours of torture and leaves me chained to the chair. I whimper in pain and let a few tears slip down my cheeks as my body is on fire. I slowly turn my head to the clock and black out from the pain.
~~~~~~ TWO WEEKS LATER~~~~~~~
I wake up for the hundreth time having no idea how long I've been here and whimper in pain from the torture I have had to endure and sit up against the wall of the tiny cell I'm in. I wrinkle my nose at the pungent odour from the bathroom facilities they allow the prisoners have and almost vomit. I look up as the metal door swings open and a very smug Caleb walks in looking the same as the last time we met, midnight black hair, brown almost black eyes, high cheek bones, a crooked nose from it being broken one to many times. He has the same build as Luke but my mate is taller and has bigger and better muscles. " My sleeping beauty is finally awake " he says smiling while walking towards me. I stare at my hands, ignoring him as he kneels in front of me. I growl and move my face away from him because he is brave enough to stroke my cheek. " DON'T BE A BITCH, YOUR MATE ISN'T COMING FOR YOU " he roars spit flying in my face. " I didn't ask for the weather " I croak which is painful due to my terribly dry throat. He growls loudly and his slap echoes through the cell. I manage a smirk " Is that all you have got for me?" I ask painfully. He snarls extending his canines and grabs me by the throat slamming my head off the wall, I choke and struggle trying to pry his hands off my throat. My vision starts to darken and bright spots dance across my eyelids. I grip his hand and struggle to make his grip loosen, I lift my knees to my chest and quickly move them upwards landing them on his chest and use as much force as I can and kick him across the cell.
I curl in a ball, coughing heavily and trying to calm my irractic heart beat and filling my lungs with precious oxygen. " Your lucky, I want you or you would be dead already " he spits getting up of the ground. I glare at him " Go to hell " I spit with as much venom as I can muster. " You've been in hell the past two weeks and no one is here to save you " He says and walks out slamming the cell shut and locking it behind him. I scream in anger and slam the chains off the wall again and again letting out my frustrations and when I hear a click, I freeze and look down looking at the broken chains. They slide of my wrists, burning but I don't feel the pain as excitement and hope blooms inside of me. I smile and run towards the door noticing two guards standing at the basements exit " Uh guys I need help " I say still croaking making it believable. They make their ways towards me " What?" one asks gruffly while the other looks bored. " I uh can I have some water and Uh lady problems " I whisper looking down in fake embarrasment. I smile hearing the keys jingle and the door swings open.
They grab my forearms roughly not even realising I don't have my chains on. " Idiots " I say quietly as they drag me towards the exit of the basement. They pull me up the steps and I grin evilly and bend down grabbing my ankle " Ouch you idiot you twisted my ankle " I say faking pain. They glower at me and I stand up, grabbing one and smashing his head into the wall sucessfully knocking him out. He slumps onto the floor and I turn to the other guard quickly punching him in the face sending him down the stairs, knocking him out also. I do a little happy dance and grab the first guard's ankle and drag him down the stairs making his head bounce off every single step and push him into the cell " you need to lose weight " I grumble and place my hands on my knees breathing heavy and groan momentarily forgetting about the second guard. I grab the keys out of his pocket and grab his collar slowly dragging him across the floor and slam the cell door quickly locking it.
YOU ARE READING
Rogue assassin
WerewolfEva is haunted by her past. Scars and nightmares she is used to, all because of her father. From a young age she is beaten by her father and pack. At the age of ten she is kicked out and has to learn to fend for herself. As she goes through states a...