Torture

chapter three

I attempted to pull my hands out of the metal chains, but it seemed no use as my wolf power had no effect on it whatsoever. My white gown was all torn, dirty and bloodied, while my white long hair was all messy and probably full of twigs.

I can't tell how long I had been attempting to pull out of them, until I heard the door at the top of the stairs open and heavy footsteps starting coming down the stairs. My eyes went wide when I met upon dark blue stormy eyes, filled with hatred. I gulped down knowing nothing good is about to come, especially when the Alpha himself is angry and with such a smirk plastered on he's face.

"Hello Ophelia. Have a nice sleep, dream much about your girlfriend ?" The words girlfriend was emphasised with disgust, making me squirm uncomfortably rather in fear.

"You better get comfortable, because your not leaving any time soon." He's voice deepened and he's eyes turned several shades darken. Before I knew it he lunged at me with he's claws unleashed and all I could do, was scream in agony.

Days have passed, maybe even weeks. I had lost count, strength to keep track. I knew things were going to be bad, locked in a cell and starved was one thing but tortured every time you wake up ? Beat, stabbed, bruises and cuts covering my entire body. Every time I healed my cuts were slashed open once again.

My body is a few sizes smaller, my legs and arms thin as bones. I wouldn't be surprised if my cheeks had caved in and my face looked all too sick looking.

I stared into space when once again he entered into my cell, the smirk on he's face and stormy blue eyes. He'd go through the tools to torture, wondering which one of he's toys he hasn't used in quite some time.

"Oh my old friend, I'm sure you'll remember it Ophelia." He's voice was laced with entertainment, lifting up the double sided knife covered in wolf'spane.

He's steps came closer to me, by now I would of been pushing myself further into the corner but now ? I just stared blankly in front of me, left him slowly slide the knife into my stomach not flinching a bit. He's face of satisfaction dropped when he didn't see any reaction from me and simply stared at me.

He tilted he's head, like a little puppy slight concern filling he's eyes yet I didn't make a move. He waved he's hand in front of my face before dropping the knife beside my leg, moving himself out of the cell calling for he's beta. My fingers wrapped around the cold metal handle of the knife, twisting it around.

"Ophelia." He spoke softly, a calm self I haven't seen yet. He's eyes filled with worry when I started tilting my head from side to side, studying he's new self.

I brought the knife in front if my face studying the deadly poised sickly covering it's two sides, before turning it to position it against my neck. When he took a step forward, I pressed down drawing blood.

"Isn't this what you want, Alpha Nathaniel ?"