His Luna, Their Alpha

21. Here

Days passed. Or at least I can only assume that's how much time passed. I had no window, no clock, only my body to tell me when the days passed. Along with the girl. Every day she came into the little room and washed my body with warm water, followed by the same scented oil.

I had almost come to welcome her visits. They were an opportunity to escape my thoughts and embrace her company. Every time the door opened and she stepped through the threshold, and not Kurt was another welcome relief.

Despite the short relief her visits offered, I still resented her. She had to know what Kurt was planning. If not, she still knew that I was being kept here, chained to a metal table in nothing except my lacy under ware. Yet she still did nothing other than bathe me and occasionally give me give me a few sips of stale water from a bottle that stayed beside my bed. It was so infuriating.

I slept restlessly, whenever I wasn't counting dust particles or shades of grey on the walls. The light above me didn't help with that either. I had a permanent soreness in my back now from this hard table and the heat that still ravaged my body was a constant throb pulsating throughout my veins.

I hardly notice the day Kurt walked into the room. It took his harsh voice to pull from my stupor.

"Have you suffered enough yet?" He asked from the door. He closed it and walked towards the table. I hadn't noticed my lack of food until now and I was finding it difficult to focus in on his figure. I did however notice his unbuckled belt and lack of a shirt. My breath hitched. "Speak," he ordered and I trailed my gaze up to him.

"Apparently not, seeing as I'm still here and you are asking me rhetorical questions meant only to torture my mind and put me through hell." He growled at my smart remark.

"And you still find the need to make sassy remarks. Do you forget who you're speaking to and what I could do to you?" I smiled at his anger before answering again.

"Honestly, you're going to do what you want to me. I obviously can't do anything so I might as well have some fun with you." He growled before leaning down to me and running his teeth over my neck. As his teeth left my, his claws ran over my stomach creating four shallow gashes that poured hot steamy blood over my body.

I cried out at the sudden pain this caused, hating how his touch felt against my skin and even hating more the cuts he had just made on my body. "I'm going to have some fun with you!" He growled into my neck. I felt his hands on my skin before a vial was being shoved against my lips and I was being forced to drink. His hands were clamped over my mouth, forcing me to swallow the bitter liquid as it ran over my tongue and slid down my throat. It burned going down and I wretched as soon as it hit my stomach.

His hands were gone but I withdrew from his touch, sputtering and still gagging from the contents of the bottle. My body became loser. My movements were less coordinated, my reactions more reserved. I still hated everything that was going, but I physically couldn't do anything about it. His lips captured mine before trailing down my body, over my bra, over my under ware.

Tears slid from my face. Though I pulled on the cuffs and cringed at his actions, there was nothing I could do. No sound would escape my mouth as his fingers trailed down my body.

I was only aware of the pain this caused me as his hands ripped away the fabric from my core and two fingers were shoved inside of me. No pleasure. More tears, more screams, more pains his rough thrusts tore at my walls and only fueled the fire burning with in me. His words of meager praise meant nothing to me and images of Erik danced across my mind as my body yearned for his touch rather than this monster's.