The Betrayal

Chapter 6

~Chapter 6~

Amethyst P.O.V

Pain.

That is all I have been feeling for the past few months. Or was it weeks? Maybe Years? I wasn’t sure. There was nothing in my cell that helped me keep track of time. They only fed me once in a while, and even then it was always stale bread, moldy cheese, a small piece of jerky and a glass of water. There was the rare occasion when they gave me soup. Granted, it was more water than  actual soul, with pieces of rotten vegetables on it, but I couldn’t complain. It was better than nothing, though sometimes I wished they would just let me die of starvation.

I smiled slightly at the thought of death, but it quickly left my face when I realized it wasn’t going to happen. These Hunters wouldn’t let their favorite toy die. They loved the sound of her whimpers and they enjoyed hearing me beg for them to stop.  

Before this, I thought that life couldn’t get worse for me. How could it? I have lost both parents, have been verbally, physically, and mentally abused, been rejected, been betrayed by the two people who were supposed to love me, my mate and best friend, then to top it all off, I was given away. I was given to people who enjoy my pain. People who enjoy hearing me beg for mercy.

I looked at the cell I was in again, trying to find something that would distract me from both the pain of hunger, and the fresh bruises covering most of my torso.

The room was very small, with no windows, and a wooden door that was always locked from the outside.  The room was freezing cold, and all she had was a old, dirty blanket that barely covered half my body. I didn’t know whether to be thankful for the small amount of wolf DNA that kept me alive and semi healthy or not. Death would probably would be better and easier, but since when has my life ever been easy?

I heard the doorknob jiggle and froze. I wondered what they would do to me today. There wasn’t much they haven’t done, except, taken my innocence, but I didn’t know how long that would last. Lately, I had seen some of the Hunters giving me lustful looks.

 When I saw Blade with a smirk on his face, I froze.

What are they going to do? Electrocute me again? Drown me? Use me as a punching bag until I collapse? Maybe they would even use the silver knife on me again. I couldn’t help but wince when that thought entered my mind.  Even though I can’t shift, silver still burns me and causes me extreme pain. Last time they used it, they hardly left any skin untouched by the knife.

I close my eyes as I prepare for the inevitable pain.

Some people were meant to change the world.

Others were meant to become a spouse and have a happy family.  

I guess I was meant to suffer.

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