The Black Wolf [ON HOLD]

Chapter 1

Sapphire POV

"Get up, you lazy bitch!" I jolt up out of bed only to get smacked across the face- hard.

"You were supposed to make us breakfast!" He yells again as kicks me in the ribs.

Tears fall down my face along with the taste of blood on my lips to hold back my scream.

"You still won't talk, huh?" He says as he begins to unbuckle his belt.

He chuckles, saying "Good enough for me."

I shake my head no and try to run from him but he grabs me, pushing me down on the bed. One quick punch to the face and I'm knocked unconscious.

A few hours later....

I wake up, again, just to feel the pain of my bruised ribs. The door opens to reveal him, once more, holding a plate in his hand.

"Hungry, ain't ya?" He questions.

I shake my head yes, not looking at him.

If I do, I get beat. Or tortured.

I can feel my mouth salivating just smelling it. It's been two weeks since I've eaten. Or has it been three? Anyway, it's been a long time.

" Too long." Starfire, my wolf speaks. " I know but there has to be a catch." I say and she hums in response.

"Of course, in order to get this food, there is a catch." He speaks.

I gulp, loudly, just thinking of the endless situations he could put me through or do to me.

He beckons me to stand up and I do.

He walks out the door as I follow, clutching my ribs. We both head down the stairs and I see the rest of them: drinking beer, smoking cigars, and playing poker.

They all look up as I look down. I can feel their eyes watch me as I walk past, no doubt filled with lust.

The men don't feed me a lot but just enough to keep up my figure.

"I see you already had some fun with her, Chase." One of the men say.

Chase laughs and says "She told me I could."

All of the men laugh at this point, knowing damn well I'm mute.

He walks into the kitchen and says "All you have to do is clean this."

I walk into the kitchen and see that it isn't that bad.

I'm just about to start cleaning when he stops me, adding

"Oh, and you also need to do laundry while we're gone. But, don't worry. My son will be coming to watch you."

My heart drops as he merely smiles.

Chase is horrible to me, but his son is worse.

"Now, get cleaning."

I head to the sink and begin to wash the dishes before mopping the floor. Time passes and I'm in the basement, folding clothes while a pile of clothes is in both the dryer and washer.

"Hello, Sapphire."

I simply ignore him and continue to fold clothes when he forcefully grabs me and spins me around.

"Last time I checked, you greet someone when they say'' "hi."

I wave and go back to folding when he chuckles, wrapping his hands around my waist. I freeze, feeling "him" on my butt.

"Oh, Sapphire. You're so beautiful." He whispers in my ear, kissing me on the neck.

His hand starts to go up my shirt when his father calls his name.

"Brody! Get up here!"

"I'm coming. I'll be back, my love." He whispers, kissing me on the cheek and runs upstairs.

I shudder and quickly fold clothes, hoping that he doesn't come back downstairs. Thankfully, he doesn't and after three hours, I fold the last of the clothes. I put them in the basket and head up the stairs. Once in the living room, I take a glance at the clock, seeing the time and drop the bucket.

It's two' o clock. It's lunchtime.

"Oh, would you look at the time." Brody says, laughing.

"I'd hurry up and cook lunch if I were you."

I run up the stairs, sorting the clothes into the drawers before running back down the stairs and into the kitchen. I rummage through the cupboards, grabbing a pot and fill it with water.
I decide to make pasta- specifically Alfredo pasta. I gather all the necessary ingredients and begin to cook. 

After thirty minutes, the pasta is done.

I leave the pasta in the pot and quickly set the table. I look at it, seeing that nothing is out of order and head back into the kitchen. Once inside, I gasp, seeing Brody holding the pot of pasta in hands.

"Oops." He says, dumping it in the trash.

And of course that's when Chase and his men walk through the door.

"I'm starving. I hope lunch is done." He says as they walk in, the men agreeing with him.

"Unfortunately, she didn't cook anything. Hell, she didn't even cook for me, Dad. I sat here this entire time starving." Brody says, smirking at me as he walks by me.

"That son of a bitch!" Starfire growls.

I turn around and immediately back - handed by Chase as he growls angrily.

"Such a pity. Looks like you'll have to be punished. And did I mention that it's Torture Tuesday?" He says with a sick grin on his face.

I gasp as I'm roughly grabbed by the other two men as they lead me towards the basement aka the torture chamber.

The men put cuffs around my wrists and hoisted me up in the air.

I look straight ahead, face void of any emotion.

"Leave us." Chase says and the men leave, shutting the steel door behind them.

"What shall I use today?" He asks out loud.

In a flash, he picked up a knife and shoves it through my leg. I inhale quickly, feeling the pain of being stabbed.

Tears fall as I feel the pain getting worse.

"Still no reaction, huh?" He asks, saying, "I have decided on your punishment. I will whip you until I feel like stopping."

He cackles as I hear the crack of the whip. "This is going to be a long night." He says just as the whip hits my back.

An hour later....

I can feel the stickiness of the blood clinging to my shirt. I can hear the blood drip onto the floor. I can feel the searing, stinging pain of the lashes made onto my back.

And then a loud smack is heard. I realize that the smack came from his hand slapping me across the face. He then starts to use me as a punching bag and I feel my ribs break once more.

30 minutes later....

"That was fun, wasn't it?" He questions going on to say, "I'll be back. I'm gonna go eat dinner and go to bed. But, before I go, I have to do this."

I feel something get thrown on me and then I feel it. The lashes on my back began to burn and I sniff the air and realize what he threw on me: alcohol.

I start to wriggle as I feel the alcohol, burning the lashes on my back and once more let tears fall.

I look out the window and see that it's a full moon. I've always liked the moon. I find its light comforting and warm. I stare at the moon and before I know it, I end up drifting off to sleep.