Rogue ✔

Chapter Twenty : Torture

"Cuz the girl, she's hiding horns."

The ropes rubbed against my burned skin whenever I pulled at my restrains. It hurt. The thick roll of rope around both my wrists and my ankles was tied too tight. I was starting to lose some of the feeling in my fingers.

The two giants had tied me up in this childish chair a few mi utes ago. They restrained all my limbs, giving me joyful expressions as they did so. They also pinned down my thighs and stomach with the same rope.

These people were sick.

The crazy woman just watched as I cussed out her henchmen, screaming in pain. She lesuirly paced back and forth across the floor. She continued to grind and click her nails together.  Hovering around me and the table filled with torture tools.

"If we are going to kill you, which we are, I agree that us is justifiable to know the reason behind your death." She stared calmly, a polite smile on her face. The same slitted eyes made another appearance. Then left with the same amount of speed. 

Her entire aura radiated madness hiding behind a calm and collected mask.

I didn't speak. I wouldn't give her the pleasure. If she wanted some type of information, she would have to fight tooth and nail for it.

"Let's start with the basics. My name's Melody. I am a witch." No shit Sherlock. "You have what I want.

'Explain?' You say? Well, I want revenge on the man who didn't love me. You see, I was in a covenant, a group of witches. To be in a covenant, espacially thjs kne, was very special. It was a  rather large one too. I was happy there, for the first time, I had friends who actually liked me.

That came to an end when I met this man. This man was a werewolf, a werewolf Prince. Be was very handsome and chivalrous. I fell desperately in love with this Prince. But, the covenant forbade witch and werewolf relationships. The man told me that he loved me, that he wanted me, that him and I should be together. He told me that he wanted me as his mate. I believed him.

The next day, I left behind all my new friends, left my home, and said goodbye to the covenant. They told me that I was never allowed back, at the time I didn't care. I was in love.

I met with the man in secret, in an alleyway behind a trashy bar. It was there that he told me I was nothing to him. He told me that I was only a game, he didn't really want me. He told me I was worthless because I was a witch.
He told me that all witches were ugly and unlovable. I almost couldn't beilever watt he was telling me. I was that blinded by love.

Now... I am a very forgiving woman, so I warned him. I warned him that if he didn't take back all the words he said and make ME his mate that instant, then I would bring hell onto his world.

Unfortunatly for him, he didn't listen. He called all witches worthless again and then left. Left me alone.

So here we are today, I suppose. This 'mystery man' is your mate. Prince Damian... I am here to uphold my promise.

I got a little help from someone in the inside, someone close to you and the Prince. He helped me out with your capture. But in the end..."

She suddenly got very close to my face when she said,

"I am hell... and you are his world.  It's time for a reckoning."

This woman was crazy. Like, bat shit crazy. Melody was going to kill me because my mate didn't love her.

I don't blame him for leaving her, if she was anything like she is now, he did the right thing.

She was going to use me to get back at Damian.

"Fuck off you crazy psycho bitch!"

Her only response was to grab a silver switchblade off of the table. She held it unhooked in her had as she stared at me, her violet eyes ablaze with fury and madness.

She then reared her hand up, and brought the knife down on my leg. It stayed there, inbeded in my thigh. I screamed. Blood was everywhere.

My wolf tried to heal around it, but it was made of silver and my flesh recoiled.

That Bitch.

Damian POV

I screamed in agony. My leg was on fire. It felt like my leg was being torn apart. We were in the middle of nowhere, the sun was out bright and there were trees all around.

I started to thrash around inside Phillips car, hoarse screams leaving my mouth.

"They're torturing her. God dammit, they're hurting her. Holy shit. She's gonna die. Fuck." I screamed. Phillip panicked slammed onnthe brakes, bringing the car to a screeching halt.

"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED? WHAT'S WRONG?" He yelled. His head whipped towards my screaming figure. Worry took over his face. Paige didn't have time for that though.

"Keep going you fucking idiot. They're KILLING HER!!!" My eyes were ablaze with fury. It took all my strength not to shift right there.

"Damian, slow down. What's happening?" I took a deep breath. Stars flashed behind my eyes. Breathe.

"Somethings wrong with her leg. I think she's been stabbed. It hurts like a bitch. She's being tortured." I groaned, the pain was increasing. A snarl escaped my lips.

Phillip pushed on the gas. Flooring it. We had to be going 100 mph, speeding down the road. We were still heading south, towards a place neither of us knew. My leg was pounding, making it hard to concentrate. I began to feel dizzy.

"Who would want to torture Paige?" He asked me. "And how did they get ahold of her so fast?" It seemed strange, everything had happened just after I had left her. As if they had been waiting. Everything came with a sudden clarity.

"Who hates Rouges more than anyone else in the world?" I asked him, flippiantly. Only one person is cruel enough to torture a Rouge.

Phil sighed a deep sigh. His head slightly dropped with understanding.

"Rapheal."