If You Feel My Love

Chapter Thirteen: Tortured Souls

Analisa held her breath for as a long as she could, if this was how she was going to die then she wasn’t going to give them the satisfaction of hearing her scream or answering their endless questions.

They knew that she was human; they’d spent endless days poking, prodding and scanning her enough to confirm as much; she wondered if Anderson was just sadistic and liked to watch her squirm while they used whichever torture method of the hour they preferred.

Analisa wasn’t sure how long had passed since she had been taken, time didn't matter anymore; there was no light where she was being held and she doubted that it would matter if she did see it.

The brunette closed her eyes as she tried to ignore what was happening around her, she could feel her mind and movements start to turn sluggish as the urge to draw a breath made her lungs burn.

Just as Analisa felt her mind start to stop thinking from the lack of oxygen and water started to enter her throat; the brunette was pulled from the water, she coughed and spluttered as her lungs burnt and throat hurt her as she took deep breathes.

“Now Analisa… what are the werewolves planning?” Mr. Anderson asked as he walked towards the brunette, she glared at him as she took deep breathes; her clothes were a mess and she didn't doubt that she looked a mess right now.

“Drop dead,” Analisa spat in defiance as she glared at the auction owner, he was dressed in a black suit and didn't have a hair out of place.

Mr. Anderson sighed as he looked at the brunette before signalling for his eldest son to dunk her back into the water tank; he was going to get the answers he wanted even if it meant taking the torture up a notch.

The sound of the door opening made Mr. Anderson look away as Analisa was dunked in the tank again; he smiled as Roman stepped into the room followed by a couple of his top security guards.

“Any luck?” the Russian asked as he watched his niece being held under the water, no amount of compassion coursed through his body as he watched the brunette as she struggled slightly as she started to run out of air.

“Nothing… I think she still thinks that someone will rescue her,” Mr. Anderson said making Roman smirk before he nodded at the man to bring Analisa back to the surface again, he watched as his niece coughed up water and glared at him.

Roman walked forward as two of Mr. Anderson’s sons head her in place.

“It’s nice to see you again Ana,” the Russian said as he crouched down to look into his niece’s eyes; he smirked when he saw nothing but hated that filled them.

“Now are you going to tell us about the rebellion?” Roman coaxed making Analisa spat at him, the Russian wiped it from his face before he slapped her hard; the brunette’s head swung while she was held tightly in place.

Roman sighed as he shook his head sadly before snapping his fingers and calling one of his security guards forward with a bag; Analisa watched him as Roman pulled a werewolf collar covered in blood out of the bag.

“It was such a shame you know… he was so loyal to you until the end,” Roman said sadly making Analisa stare at the collar as her stomach churned; Roman dropped it at her feet before the two sons released her, allowing the brunette to pick up the collar that he had thrown to her.

“We burned his body… stupid creature really thought he could win,” Roman said as Analisa realised that it was Fernando’s slave collar; tears filled her eyes as she realised that he was dead.

Mr. Anderson smirked as he looked at the brunette, it was clear that she believed what she was being told; devastation filled her as she started to sob as she realised that she had lost her husband.

Roman chuckled amused as he watched the brunette mourn the loss of the werewolf; however he didn't expect her to launch herself at him in fury.

“When the time comes… I will be sitting front row at your execution,” Analisa spat as guards hurried to restrain her; they pulled her away from Roman who stared at her shocked by her words.

His eyes moved to look at the 9ct white diamond set pendant, he smirked as he reached over and pulled it from her neck; he knew that it was the last thing she had of her mother.

“You’re wrong… I’ll have the front row seat to yours,” Roman said smugly as he brushed the necklace into some of her blood that was from an earlier torture; he smirked as he looked at Analisa before he left her to her fate.

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Pacing his cage, Fernando glared at the two security guards that passed by on their morning patrol; he didn't care that he was covered in blood and that some of his wounds weren’t healing properly because they had been inflicted by silver.

It had been two weeks since he had seen Analisa, since Roman had her taken from him so that he could have her tortured for answers about the rebellion; Fernando didn't know what his wife would do but he hoped that she was okay.

Sighing the werewolf moved back to sit against the wall, everyday had been the same since he had lost Analisa; he knew that Roman was desperate for answers, if there was going to be a rebellion then he wanted to put a stop to it.

“Nando?” Juan asked softly as he looked at his friend, he could see that Fernando was hurting about what had happened; things had gotten completely out of hand since Analisa had been taken and it was clear that the worst was yet to come.

The werewolf looked at his friend, he offered him a weak smile before he sat down against the wall and looked out of his cage; Oriol looked at the older werewolf concerned, he hadn’t been the same since Analisa had been taken.

“What would I give to be out of this cell and rip his throat out,” Fernando muttered darkly as Roman passed his cage, the Russian paused for a moment and looked at the werewolf with a smug smile while Simmons looked at Fernando nervously.

The werewolf had killed three of his guards in the two weeks since Analisa had been taken, it was clear that Fernando needed to be dealt with but no one wanted to go near his cage in fear with what he would do.

“I went to see Ana today… she looked so peaceful, we were thinking of burying her in white but then why should the whore look so innocent in death,” Roman said as he moved towards Fernando, who stared at him; he didn't want to believe what he was hearing.

Roman threw something at Fernando which he caught with ease, he looked down into his hand to reveal a blood covered 9ct white diamond set pendant; he stared at it in horror as he realised that it was his wife’s.

The werewolves around him looked at their friend as he looked at Roman, fury sketched across his face as he held the pendant; he couldn't believe what he was being told.

“You’ll pay for this...” Fernando snarled as he leapt towards Roman and pulled him against the cage door; Roman stared at him as the werewolf snarled at him.

“If it’s the last thing I do… your head will rot on a spike,” Fernando spat as the guards rushed forward in an attempt to free their boss; it was clear that Fernando was too far gone to be stopped.