Mates of a Werewolf Hunter

Chapter 37 Torment Unleashed, Daughter's Cry

Hunter Leto P.O.V

In the dim, suffocating room, shadows crept along the walls, flickering like specters as he pulled on those black leather gloves. The simple act, though wordless, heralded the brutality to come. The air was thick with tension, every breath I took feeling like a prelude to the storm brewing in his eyes.

"I showed you mercy." he hissed, the words venomous, "and this is how you repay me?" His voice was cold, filled with a sense of betrayal that cut deeper than any blade could. The darkness in his gaze matched the fury roiling within him, a force of nature that I knew I could not escape.

"You harmed her." he accused, the words laced with an old, festering wound that had never healed. The snarl that curled his lips revealed the beast within, a primal rage barely contained.

"It wasn't me! It was my human side!" I pleaded, desperation choking my words. But the truth meant nothing here, not in the face of his wrath. I was begging for reason in a place where reason had no home.

"I don't care." he spat, his hands pressing down on my broken ribs with a cruelty that knew no bounds. My cries filled the room, each one a testament to the pain that seared through my body, but they only seemed to fuel his hatred.

"It wasn't my fault!" I gasped, writhing against the agony, but it was useless. My body was betraying me, my canine teeth elongating, a physical manifestation of the torment that wracked me.

"Oh, you feel that?" he sneered, a sadistic grin twisting his features. "That's called pain." The words dripped with malice, a mocking echo of the torment he was inflicting.

"The same kind of pain my daughter felt from her own mate." he growled, the words laced with an old hurt, one that had festered and grown monstrous over time. His fist crashed into my face, snapping my head to the side, the impact a jarring reminder of the power he held over me.

A punch to my stomach knocked the wind from me, leaving me gasping as my knees buckled. But the cuffs held me up, a cruel mockery of support, keeping me suspended in this hellish reality.

The chain he swung met my back with a sickening thud, each strike drawing a whimper from both Lucifer and me. The pain was a fire, burning through my nerves, leaving me trembling and weak. My legs threatened to give way, but the cuffs kept me upright, a puppet in this nightmare.

He discarded the chain with a casual disdain, stepping forward to deliver another series of blows to my face. Blood filled my mouth, the metallic taste mixing with the salt of my tears. Vision blurred, the room becoming a haze of pain and darkness.

But through the fog of agony, her cries reached me. A soft, desperate plea that cut through the torment like a knife. "She needs me." I rasped, the words barely a whisper as blood dripped from my split lips. My eyes, a fierce hazel-orange, met his with defiance.

"Didn't you get enough?" he roared, his voice a cruel taunt. He slapped me hard, the force of it ringing in my ears. From the shadows, he produced a bottle, the dark liquid inside sloshing ominously.

"Do you know what this is?" he asked, his tone almost playful, but the malice was unmistakable. My heart sank, dread settling in my stomach like a stone.

The distant pounding on the door was drowned out by the cruelty within this room, each second a lifetime of suffering.

"Let me go to her; she needs me!" I pleaded, desperation breaking through the pain, but he ignored me, his eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure. He splashed the liquid over me, and the burn was immediate, like a thousand needles piercing my skin. I screamed, the sound torn from my throat as the agony consumed me. Breathing became a struggle, each inhale a battle against the searing pain that ravaged my body.