Seriously?!?

Oh No!! The End Is Near! Lol Not.

Thanks shellyfbabii for the votes:) I like Olaf too. Also thank you gabby0928 for adding my book to your reading list. KITTENS ARE EPIC!! I mean, platypuses are cool too, so no one get offended please;) I want you guys' advice. I think I should redo the chapters "Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate. Shut up Oliver no one cares." And "Evil nights. Well, not really"So I can remove the scarlet prophecy. It needlessly complicates the story and I'm not liking the idea. Please comment whether or not I should:) This chapter is dedicated to my best friend TeenageWolf17 ,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARLING!! 
"Stay true to yourself, because there are very few people out there who will always be true to you."
And now humour.
"Sometimes, I forget how to spell a word so I change the entire sentence just to avoid using it..."
Val P.O.V.
"Hey!! I'm right here you know. You can talk to me grasshole." I growled. He looked at me strangely, like he was angry that I totally ruined his moment. I laughed and smirked as his expression darkened.

(You can always count on Val to ruin the moment😆)

"Yah, I know. I have magnificent timing. Now leave Oliver alone." I told him sassily. I held back my laughter as his face went red.

"Shut up." He ordered. "No." I answered. "Stop. Talking." He growled. "Not gonna happen!!" I sang. He walked over and punched me in the gut.

I started to cough. He smiled and walked back to Oliver. "You swing like a girl. Oh wait, I'm a girl and I can swing harder that that. You swing like a baby." I told him with a grin.

His hands clenched into fists as he turned slowly. "Elly, please bring me my whip." He asked coldly. She bowed and left the room.

"Aw, now you need a weapon? Are your bare hands not strong enough? Poor baby. Fight me like a real man would. I mean, I'm just a pathetic little girl right?" I taunted.

"Val, please stop." Oliver begged. I gave him a look that said I've got this, then looked back at the man. "I'm done with you." He growled. "Had enough? All you need to do is say please." I told him.

"Please. Stop." He growled. "Stop what?" I asked. "Talking." "Who's talking?" "You are!!" "I'm what?" "Shut up!" "Why?" "STOP TALKING!!" He roared. I smiled in success.

"You didn't say please." I pouted. His eyes went black with rage and he took a threatening step forwards. He took a big breath then asked Miles calmly. "Gag her."

Miles walked over and gagged me. I glared at him, he smiled apologetically and kept the gag loose enough that it wasn't painful.

The man turned to face Oliver, and the horror in his eyes said it all. None of my childish antics could save us.

Elly walked in and placed the whip in the man's hands. His expression darkened as he walked towards Oliver. "You have two options." He told Oliver.

"One, You reject your mate." He told him. Oliver's eyes darkened, you could tell he wouldn't go down without a fight.

"Or two, I torture you until you give in." He continued. Oliver stayed silent, keeping his eyes trained on the man as he walked towards him.

"I guess option two then." He said with a grin. He brought the whip down, across Oliver's chest. Verity screamed in my head, feeling Finn and Oliver's pain. "Verity, you can go back to wherever you go when you ignore me. I can fight him." I told her, knowing she hasn't had the experience I have. I felt her agreement, then she left.

Oliver kept his mouth sealed, refusing to give up. The man repeated the motion, the sick crack of the whip ringing out. I heard Dom whimpered, she couldn't see him, but I knew the sound gave her a good visual.

He ruthlessly slashed it across Oliver's chest, again and again until finally he stopped. Blood was dripping down Oliver's chest.

"I guess I'll just have to try a different tactic." He said in an inhuman voice. He walked to me and pulled off my gag. I growled as he walked behind me.

He tore my shirt in half, letting the pieces fall to the floor. "Miles, bring me a cloth. I believe Oliver needs to be shown something." He told him.

It registered in my mind what he meant. How does he know about the scars? No, it couldn't be him. I killed everyone in the fire. Right?

Miles gave him the cloth then walked back beside Elly, where she stood with a smile. The man viciously rubbed the cloth across my back, wiping away the makeup.

He turned me so Oliver could see the scars. The jagged lines running down my back, showing what kind of monster I am. That there is nothing left but a shell of the girl I used to be. I heard Oliver take a sharp breath.

"You must think you killed everyone in the fire, no one should have been able to survive an explosion like that. You know, you're probably wondering why I was there in the first place, seeing how I hate Oliver, and no one knew that you are his mate." He said to me.

I kept my mouth shut, leaving him to keep rambling. "You see, I needed help from some rogues to get my revenge. So in return I helped them. Which unfortunately meant overseeing the information process. Which is to say, I was one of the men watching as they ruthlessly whipped you over and over again. You really did think your parents were normal people didn't you." He said with a sadistic grin.

"You see, your parents were the Alpha and Luna of the Silver Moon pack. That was until they were attacked by Martin and his rogues. Martin took the position from them, forcing them into hiding. You know, your parents probably would have won. If your mother hadn't been pregnant with you. You were the only reason. Martin never gave up, trying to kill your bloodline once and for all. When you escaped, burning the building to the ground he lost you. Was always an angry man, that one. Your parents loved you, and you hated them." He told me.

"No." I whimpered. "Yes." He grinned. "Now, Oliver. If you would be so kind as to reject your mate, we could get past the murderous backstory to a new chapter in life." He told him.

Oliver shook his head and laughed. "You really don't understand what it's like to have a mate do you?" He told him. "And what is that." The man growled.

"They mean the world to you." He told him. "I've been going at this all wrong." The man said with realization. "I can't torture you into rejecting your mate!" He said, finally understanding. "But, I can torture her." He said, laughing slightly. Okay, I admit. I was wrong. He's still crazy.

"Great. We have a psychopath. Get the straight jacket!!" I said sarcastically.  He glared at me then walked over, facing me away from Oliver.

I heard a familiar crack, then the whip hit my back. It left my back stinging, I could feel my skin tearing apart. He struck me again, harder and harder until finally he stopped. Oliver had started screaming at him in rage. Then, it started again. Striking my back, opening old wounds.

"Please, stop!!" Oliver cried out. "Oliver, don't do anything he says. I'll be fine." I managed to yell to him. "Oh but my dear, only so many people can survive being tortured. And you are weak. A weak little girl, lost in a cold world. You have no chance." He told me in a sickly sweet voice.

Sweat dripped down my face as I tried to keep my screams silent. He lashed me again, the burning traveling through my body. I tensed, remembering how staying still helped the pain. I concentrated on what I had to live for. Dom, for being my best friend even after what happened to me. My family, so I can finally make peace. And Oliver. Oh Oliver. So I can get him out of here, hopefully before he makes a big mistake.

"I, Oliver Cuidande reject Valentine Fumia as my mate!!"

Okiedokie. Well, let's keep this short:)
And please don't get mad at my logic after this...
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