'Bad Karma' (on hold)

Chapter 7

Karma's P.o.v

My hands and feet were bound by silver chains. Almost every part of my body was covered in cuts and bruises and screamed pain, the silver weapons and my weak body slowed my healing to that of a humans and it really fucken sucked. I have been here for four days being tortured by the same pig like man, and some other sick assholes that came to watch the show. But Joey is nowhere to be seen and that scared me. He would take any chance to hurt me he can but he is getting someone to stain their own shirts.

The shuffle of heavy feet made me snap out of my haze, I slouched in the wooden chair and closed my eyes pretending to sleep hoping they would leave me but even that almost made me laugh they don't care if your asleep. I heard the sound of the door open two sets of feet shuffle in, I tried to smell the air for a clue who the other one was but all i could smell was my blood and the stale smell of the stuffy room.

"He got you good did't he princess" I almost stiffened at the voice his voice but kept still before a hard slap to my face made me 'wake up', my head snapped to the side I breathed in the turned my head back around to come face-to-face with the pig like man his evil grin, I spat in his face he launched back wiping his face

"You stupid bitch!" he growled, I smirked and tilted my head

"Is that supposed to be an insult?" He launched forward to deliver a hard blow, but he was pulled back by Joey, my smirk faltered when he whispered something in his ear too low for my weak self to hear, the pig nodded giving me one last glare before walking out shutting the door behind him leaving me alone with him.

"This must hurt, a lot" he gestured to my body, I laughed cruelly

"You don't say" he frowned at me walking closer to me leaning down to my face

"I don't like that kind of attitude Karma" he said like a pouty child

"And I don't like getting tortured but we don’t get everything we want" he stood to his full height looking sharp in his suit clearing his throat

"No we don't" he walked towards the old wooden table where all the torture weapons are, he picked up a gun my breath caught in my throat before he put it down and turned to look at me

"We all don't get our power that we deserve, we all don't get to live and we all don't get our mates" I sucked in a sharp breath, he has Blake, how did he find out, had he hurt him is he dead

"Now I was pretty upset you did not tell me about him Karma, I thought we were closer than that" he reached into his blazer and pulled out a knife, I salver knife like the ones that had been used on me for the past four days but this one was different. The carvings on the mahogany handle the crest of my pack my family

"Where did you get that?" i hissed, he smiled and looked at it admiring the carvings but then looked back at me.

"When were you going to tell me Karma?" he asked, I took my eyes off the knife looking at him sending him a blank look, but he paced towards me, my blood ran cold I tried to sink into the chair pressing myself closer to it

"When were you going to tell me about Blake?" he hissed before the knife was plunged into my stomach.

Blake's P.o.v

My laboured breathing was coming out in short pants, my paws were acing from the running, but I have to find her. It has been four days for four days we have been tracking her searching for her and we have found nothing not a single thing.

'Come home Blake, we can take over' my pack were doing everything they could to find their future Luna, but she is still not here with me