Breaking the Cage

2.

                         

Willow

          Willow knew the instant that she entered the packhouse that she was in for a very long night. The air was thick with the smell of sex and the tent itself vibrated with the sounds of Sephtis. His grunts and growls reverberated through the fabric walls as he slammed whoever was unlucky enough to be under him. Willow heaved a sigh of relief that this time it wasn't her under his massive frame. She turned to leave hoping to escape to the slave house for a good night sleep when her name was bellowed out. She knew there was no escape now. "Pet." His deep baritone filled the empty air around her and she willed her feet to follow the sound. Her training would not allow her to ignore the Alpha of the pack and her master. It was a painful lesson she had learned very early in life. Willow lowered her head as she pushed the flap to the suite to the side and soundlessly slid in. She watched the legs of the bed jerk forward just to scoot backwards with each powerful thrust, the wood groaning and complaining with each movement. Whoever was unfortunate enough to be sharing a bed with the brut alpha knew better than to make a sound.

     "I want...ugh yeah...I want you...grunt...to bring me ...growl...Markus."

     Willow gave a small nod she knew he wouldn't be able to see and slipped from the room. She hated being in the room while he rutted into his unwilling victims, but she hated being under him more. As she exited the pack house she let out a small sigh of relief. He sky had darkened into an inky hue with only a sliver of a moon to light the world below it. Carefully she sets out among the tents to find the camp's Beta. Markus was known for his vile demeanor. He was ruthless and skilled in what he did. That was why Sephtis had put the bastard in charge of breaking the slaves. Markus wouldn't let up until they either broke or died. Willow remembers exactly what that had been like. Humans didn't start breaking until they had had their first monthly. Willow had had hers when she had turned 11. She had tried desperately to hide the blood soaked undergarments as best as she could. She knew that this wouldn't last very long however as she was surrounded by werewolves. Their sense of smell could outdo a bloodhound.

     Willow had been brought before Doc Lenni to confirm that she was indeed now a proper woman. The camp Doctor had been kind to her before turning her over to the breaking guards. Markus however had never known a kind moment in his life. He had chained her to the post in the middle of camp and left her there that night. Willow couldn't get over the feeling of being exhausted and her legs sagging until the chains pulled at her arms. The next day her clothes were cut from her body and she was left there in the hot sun as her skin blistered. Every time a pack wolf passed her they told her that she was nothing. They sneered at her tear stricken face and reminded her that she was there to serve them. Their hands ran over her scorched flesh as they reminded her that she belonged to them. On the third day Markus came with some water and a wicked looking whip. The water felt cool against her parched lips and she sighed in relief as it cooled its way down her throat. The relief was short lived however as the pain that followed nearly had her passing out. The sound of the whip whistling through the air made her skin crawl as she waited for the next strike to come. The bite of the lashes angered the last ones and Willow cried out as she lost her footing. The chains dug painfully into her wrists as she took her weight off of her legs wanting nothing more than to curl up in a ball and weep and cry for her mommy.

     Markus had then moved around to face her as he had brought his hand to her sex and thrust his fingers inside her a sneer on his face. He smashed his lips against hers causing her to cry out from the pain of his teeth in her dry cracked lips. "You will be great at entertaining." His voice was quiet but menacing as he moved his fingers inside her. Willow cried and begged for him to stop but that seemed to only make him happy. When Markus smiled it stretched his thin face incredibly wide and Willow thought that if he were to laugh at all the movement might split his face in half from the corners of his mouth. His eyes were a deep blue but held nothing but lust and hatred as he stared sown at her naked, bloodied, broken body. Every night he would leave her there standing naked and cold Chained against a post. Every day he would come and beat her and rape her and tell her she was nothing that she deserved everything she got. Sometimes he would bring other pack members with him and they would take hot knives to her tender flesh peeling small pieces from her before making her eat them. Then they would shove themselves inside of her while telling her what they wanted to do next. It took all of three weeks of this treatment before Willow broke. She believed everything that they had told her. She was human after all. She was nothing. The wolves were the dominant species and she was grateful to them for allowing her to live. She would do anything for them if that meant she could continue to live.