The Huntress

Chapter Two

Green Day- Boulevard of Broken Dreams 

Payne:

There's a sharp pain starting up on my right side. A pain I now have to hide from the guards until I can try to fix it. I looked around the dark cell. I had to learn to be okay in this darkness. It's when the lights turn on outside of the cell door that scares me. Quite frankly I don't even remember what it's like to see the actual light.

I don't remember what it feels to feel clean, or completely warm. I don't remember a lot of things that I should have never forgotten. It's just the idea of my memories that I think are still there. I don't even know how I'm still alive or why the goddess has allowed me to live through this. Not that I blame her. These days I just want to welcome something other than what all of this is. I want to feel peace.

"Get Shit face," one of the guards growled outside.

One of them opened the silver door. He placed a plate of food in front of me and a water bottle. I didn't dare look up at him. I had learned the consequence to that the hard way. They let me know exactly what they think of me. What I have become down here.

"He's looking a little thin," another voice joined.

Whoever it is, came closer crouching down in front of me. He gently grabbed my jaw and made me look up at him. My neck protested a bit making my body tremble a bit. It's hard for me to hold myself up. These chains don't allow me much room to move around.

This man has honey brown eyes that kind of make the shade of them look red. His hair dark brown tanned skin and he's a big man. He is either the new alpha of the old beta. I can't tell with the little light provided. Most of it was lost in those eyes I am sure are meant to bring terror.

"What's your name kid?" He asked.

"Payne, sir," my voice croaked. The stench in my mouth made us both flinch. It was the first time I had ever used my voice to speak for more than a plea or a shriek of pain.

"My name is Varco. I'm your new alpha. Garret, get me his file. I want to know why he's here. Get him some more food and some Gatorade. Let's get him cleaned up. He's not an animal. Start lighting up this room dimly. I want to transfer him up to one of the regular cells in a few days so he can get some fresh air,"

"Alpha your father said..."

"I don't give a fuck what my father said. I'm the fucking alpha now. Do as I say. Are we understood?" I backed away from the Alpha Varco. He looked down at me. There is something different in his gaze, different from all the looks that I had ever received since my arrival. Without another word or command, Alpha Varco walked out without glancing back at me.

As soon as the door leading into the dungeons shut, the guard turned to me and kicked me on my knee knocking me over. I looked away trying my best not to provoke him. He came closer breathing hard against the side of my head.

"See what you did you little piece of shit?" he growled into my ear.

"I'm sorry," my voice betrayed me. It came out barely above a struggling whisper. I pushed myself up trying to get away from him as he continued to kick me.

I couldn't move fast enough or protect myself well enough. The iron chains on my wrist and ankles only allow me to stand up to a certain extent. The inside of my shackles are coated with a thin layer of silver meant to keep me from breaking them. These are still the same chains that were used when I was brought in as a kid. I used to be able to get up and now I can't straighten my body to its full length.

I pushed myself against the wall behind me as to it close as I could be. I know I can't get away from him but I can try to protect the parts of me that don't still ache from the last beating. His kicking turned into closed fist punches. The sharp pains of each blow hurt as much as they always have. Some guards were stronger, this one is clearly just an omega. Once the new alpha finds out who I am he's probably going to beat me half to death just as his father before him.

I shut my eyes and waited until the guard grew tired. I glanced over at him as he huffed out of breath trying to gain his composure. With one last kick, he left shutting the door behind him. I slowly sat up next to the plate of food. Tears spilled out of my eyes unwillingly.

I reached for the food letting out slow breaths mentally telling myself that I will not be throwing up my food this time. I slowly began to eat whatever this is. I drank some of the water and poured the rest on the places where I now have cuts so that they wouldn't ache so much at least for a little while.

A very long time passed with no noise. It told me they weren't coming back. I let out a sigh of relief leaning back against the wall. My small victory quickly came to an end when the ache on my side finally registered with a vengeance. I groaned trying to reach for the spot to put some pressure on it. These damned chains wouldn't allow it. I moved my body to so that I can lay on the side where it hurt so that in the very least my body could apply some pressure against it as I lay on the floor.

Can this get worse? Will it? This new alpha is younger than the last one. He doesn't look like he's as angry as he was. This one has a way with his eyes. That's where he hides what he feels. I might not know what it is he is feeling but I do know that it wasn't bad. I hope he takes these off of me or in the very least, give me longer ones.