Alpha's Insanity

Chapter Three

When dreams are better than reality, waking up becomes an insurmountable task. Memories of the dream became distant and Fay was shoved straight back into hell once again with her eyelids drooping, unaware of what time of the day it was and left completely disoriented.

Harsh, cold air bit at her arms and body as she now wore no shirt after being marked as "his" with the scar burning at the slightest of touch. Fay's mouth was drier than a desert and not a single bone in her fragile body didn't scream out in crucifying agony. Dirt would surely infect her new wounds if she could not cleanse them soon.

"Sir?" Fay called softly to a guard at his post outside her cell.

"What?"

"I would like to speak to Master please Sir." Suspiciously the guard eyed the girl as never in the 9 years of being held captive had she ever requested to speak to the Master freely. Glazing over his eyes, Fay knew the guard was mind-linking the Master.

Minutes passed but all Fay could do was rehearse in her mind what she was going to say to the Master. She could try to act loving, but he'd know it's an act, she could cry, but she didn't want to appear weak, she could-.

Her thoughts were broken.

"I believe you requested to speak to me, Fay?" Genuine curiosity consuming his hoarse voice and his eyes held a mysterious glint as he stepped through the shadows towards the cell.

"Yes, Master."

"What is it dear Fay?" He planted his hands on the bars, peering down at the nervous girl.

"Master, it's just that... I mean... I haven't... Ummm," she exhaled slowly, "my wounds will infect Master. I need to clean myself."

Silence.

"You wish to wash Fay?"

"Yes, Master. Please Master," Fay begged desperately. He appeared to think for a few moments before answering.

"And what will I get in return Miss Fay?" Her blood froze. "Perhaps one night's company? Maybe hear you scream my name in a different way? Or obedience?" He chuckled watching her petrified eyes widen. "So Fay," he whispered, "what's it to be?"

A night's company would mean humiliation, she could never allow him to take her innocence that she had preserved for her mate. She considered the last but obedience would mean doing anything and everything he wanted of her.

"Quick, quick or I'll pick for you. I'm sure you'd love my option though dear. I could make you feel so much pleasure," the rogue leader taunted.

"A night's company Master."

"Very well Fay, after you wash I shall come and receive my company for the evening. Be quick." He flounced off with a slight spring to his step.

The guard unlocked the cell signalling for Fay to step out as he led her to a putrid, tiny room with showers covered in limescale attached to the concrete wall that was plastered in fungi. To her dismay, the guard stood there watching her.

"Strip, shower. Hurry up. He left you a shirt and joggers in your cell to change into."

Terrified of punishment, Fay didn't dare disobey the guard although she felt severely disconcerted at her current indecency in front of another man other than her mate. Paying little attention to the girl the guard hit a button causing ice water to pour down upon Fay forcing her to gasp in shock.

It felt almost perfect to have such luxury in being able to shower even if the room she had to shower in was utterly repulsive. Untangling her hair with her fingers she watched as some of the dust and grime peeled off of her hair and although not all came off, Fay was grateful that she could retain a little more dignity with her appearance.