Mistreated Queen

Nightmares are Alive

Chapter 4. Nightmares are Alive

A small cutting scene I will put this *** when it starts and ends.

I don't like cutting but everyone has a reason for doing it, so don't shame them be there for them because that is a cry for help. I hope u answer the calls for help if you know anyone that has depression or is suicidal.

Valerie

I finish serving the dinner and head up to my room.

My feet hurt, my back and stomach hurt and I have a headache. The only good thing that came out of this day is that I talked to my wolf again, whom I haven't talked to for years.

I sit down on my bed and rub my feet as my stomach growls hungrily. I lay down and count the days until I can leave this place, this world that has held me captive.

I whimper as the Alpha stomps up the stairs for the daily beating, he enjoys watching me wither in pain as I lay helpless on the floor wishing my time would come.

"Hello little slave ready or not here I come," the Alpha whispers as he nears the door.

Fear creeps up on me, taking away all senses except sight. My body numbs. A deafening ringing blocks out sound. The only smell is the scent of the man coming to cause me pain.

The door is flung open and the Alpha stands there smiling sadistically as he sees me in the corner my body already shaking.

He stalks towards me like a lion looking for its prey, I whimper as he comes near and he slaps me across the cheek. His eyes hold a murderous look in them one that would strike fear into any living creature.

He runs his fingers up my arm and whispers cruel, heartless words in my ear.

Ugly

Fat

Disgusting

Dumb

Hideous

Your revolting to look at nobody would ever want you as a mate

Words that will hit you harder than you could image. Words that slowly, but surely tear your soul apart. Words that I believe.

He keeps the list of horrible words going, hitting me each time he spits out a new word. Instead of fighting back like I should, I hang my head in shame.

After what feels like an eternity, but was only an hour of beating he stands up straight and pulls me harshly to my feet.

"Now listen hear mutt, you better behave and watch yourself or you will be in big trouble," he growls at me. I nod and he hits me, causing my head to fling to the side from the force. "Answer me you horrible creature!"

I stay silent.

My best defense in this world.

I don't look him in the eye and he slaps me, before leaving the room.

A soft sigh leaves my lips once he leaves. I lean against the wall and hold back my tears, I might be dumb, ugly and revolting but I will try to be strong.

***

I grab the small knife I keep in my shoe and cut my arm slightly, not to deep, but enough for me to feel the sting. I never cut to deep and I never do more than two cuts a day.

The blood trickles down my arm and I wipe it away, finally letting go of some of the memories and emotions that haunt me. The pain that is caused by me is something I control, it gives me a form of power in a world where I am powerless.

You can shame me and call me weak, because I am but this is how I can release some of the pent up sadness and depression that comes with my life.

I ease my body onto the mattress and close my eyes, terror awaiting my sleep.

I cry as my mate hits me, as he takes advantage of me. He smiles sadistically at me as I cry and whimper in pain.

Why can I never get a happy ending?

He continues his abuse on me until I am laying, cold, hurt and shivering on the hard basement floor. The male looks at me and smirks with a cold, hard look in his eyes before turning and walking away.

I get pushed over, but by someone new.

I try to get my bearings when I am shoved roughly again, I can hear the horrible words the two people are calling me.

My eyes adjust to the light and as my eyes land on my attackers I start to shake. Tears pour like a rainstorm down my cheeks, as my parents hit me and call me names that scare me.

I wake up sweating, with tears softly running down my cheeks.

My body is shaking and I breath in and out slowly to prevent myself from having a panic attack. I remind myself that it is a nightmare, but can't shake the images from my brain.

All of my nightmares are what is my life. Is probably what my life would be if I had a mate or parents that I still lived with, these thoughts that I end up having would scare so many people, but me?

No, I have gotten use to the fact that this is going to be my life until I die. I will die happy.

Not because I achieved stuff in my life, not because I had a loving family, but because I can finally, after so long, live without any more suffering.

Some people by this time would have thought about ending it and I can't lie and say it never crossed my mind because it did, but I never thought about going through with it.

My life is at the hands of the Lord. He will choose when I go and I respect that. I am a strong Christian, the Lord has chosen this path for me for a reason, I might hate this but someone would have had to end up here so why not me.

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