Unrepairable

Part Three

*two years later*

I don't know how long I'd been here but I was sure it had been years. Many other people got taken into hostage but they never stay long, always getting killed off by the end of the month. I wish that was me, I wish they would kill me off but it never happens.

It felt like forever ago I last spoken to my wolf. The amount of wolvesbane they inject in me, I'm surprised that hasn't killed me on its own but apparently things don't work out the way I wanted.

Everyday is torture, never giving me a break to regain my strength. Most of the time they beat me till I black out anyway. Like right now, I'd been dragged to the torture room. They commanded I took off my clothes except my underwear, they wouldn't want to have to rip them too. As they chain me to the wall I stay emotionless not caring what they do to me anymore. First off the bastard (my name for the rouge leader) grabs a knife of the side making his way towards me, he makes huge gashes down my legs, arms and a few on my stomach watching as the blood drips down. He tries watching for any hint of pain on me but I stay emotionless, the way I have since the day they killed my best friend.

Obviously giving up with the knife, he flips me around. I listen as he makes his way back to the table and picking up the whip. I wait for the familiar pain to come like always, it didn't take long. Fast and hard whips came down making me believe they were going fairly deep. It hurt like hell but I didn't make a noise to show that. My vision slowly starts to go fuzzy, letting me know I'm loosing too much blood.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked, toying with me.

I didn't even move.

"All you have to do is ask me," he offers.

I stay still.

"Come on, beg me!" He demands but I don't.

Getting aggravated that I didn't do as he said he picks up the whip again, lashing it down hard on my back.

"You don't want to speak? I'll make you wish you did!" He yells as the whip comes down hard again.

Now black dots start to take over my vision, I can tell I'm minutes away from passing out and I'm thankful. My eyes begin to drop shut but before I can excruciating pain erupts down my back. I knew what happened, he poured alcohol into my slashes. My eyes are instantly wide open again, still dizzy but definitely awake.

"Last chance girly," he warned.

I didn't answer, he couldn't do much worse then he already had. I already wished I was dead.

"Fine, suit yourself."

He whipped harder then I thought was even possible. I felt the pain all the way through to my spine, making me grit my teeth when he couldn't see.

He spent hours torturing my back and then pouring more alcohol onto it, making me wake up again. Finally after about four hours he let me drift off into oblivious.