She's my True Alpha[MAJOR EDITING]

Chapter 32, Keelyn

N/A: There's not too much sexual stuff in here just the usual language and violence.

"Gag her," Gail orders but the sad look on his face still remains consistent. He doesn't even try to hide it. I never expected this from Gail and I'd lie to say I'm not hurt by it. Marcos shoves a sock in my mouth, I try to pull back but my arms are restricted and being held up by chains making the blood in them drain to my body. I can no longer feel my arms.

I don't know how the hell I let this happen but I do know I will punish those kids... right after I make sure there alright.

Marcos and Gail whispers in the corner. Who sets up an unorganized torture session? After a few minutes of the blood from my arms draining to my body the gag gets pulled out my mouth as there ready for questioning.

As soon as Daniel reaches for it I spit it out. "Marcos. Quincy. And even Daniel, the quite guard. But never did I expect Gail Sanders to kill Eldis, kidnap me, gag me and restrain me," I said spitting blood out my mouth. Gail looks down, his face darkening. "Don't play shy boy now you piece of sh-"

"Okay that's enough," Marcos gags me again. I pull and pull, I know that these shackles won't break but I don't care. I look beside me to see Quincy in the same predicament. Dumbass.

The room is dark, like some type of abandoned electric room. Everything has rusts and creeks. The room is very small, but Gail leans on a pole in the far corner obviously not all the way comfortable with torturing Quincy and I.

"Let's start with my brother, shall we?" Marcos picks up a pair of scissors from the torture table. He sends a look to Gail and Gail groans pulling out Quincy and I's gag. "So brother, Keelyn is a bitch in the devils carnet. But you, you played broken hearted victim. At least Keelyn is honest about wanting the world to bow down to her. But you...you lied," Marcos says stepping toward Quincy with giant scissors.

Quincy screams echo in the dark place. I look down and see his ear lobe on the floor. I usually kill and stab but I don't mutilate. Am I a dick for grinning?

I look over to Gail saying 'You shouldn't have gotten involved. Your too soft,' With a mocking whining baby face.

He catches my eye saying 'Shut the hell up, your next,'

"STOP! WHAT THE HELL MAN!? WHY AM I HERE!?" Quincy yells stopping making Marcos freeze with the scissors.

He can't be that naive. I'm not even dumb enough to ask why I was kidnapped, theres plenty of reason to choose from.

"She doesn't love Quincy! Get that through your thick skull!" Marcos barks back. The words seem to register with Gail more then Quincy though. "You'll always cover up for her. I know she killed our mother and our father!"

Shit!

Gail's eyes widened and he almost chokes. I definently didn't tell him that. Marcos sure knows how to make me sound like a bitch.

"I had my reasons," I tried reasoning. I can't stand that disappointed look Gail keeps giving me. Marcos's dark glare turns toward me with a evil glint in his eyes.

"I feel like your not taking this serious Keelyn. We have other tools, if you'd like Gail to test them out," He waves the scissors in my face.

Marcos takes metal clamps thing. I don't know what the hell it does. He snatches my hand and just like that a burning sensation is lit up all over my body. My head goes back as I scream. It's a pain that sends my head to an entire different dimension. Pictures start to get put together in my head.

The torture device is cloaked with some kind of spell that replicates the pain of being burnt alive. Quincy has pleading eyes watching me when the pain suddenly stops and the forming pictures fade before I could process them.

"How about why you left hmm? You wanna tell us that?" Marcos asked.

"Well that's an easy one but also. None. Of. Your damn. Business." I said groggily and weak. My body sweats and my head is so weak my vision becomes blurry.

"Okay." He says. He turns around and in a flash of a moment he swings a pocket knife across my freckled nose. I push my eyes to see the blood drip off my nose when suddenly the only strength remaining in my body left and I can no longer hold myself up.

"I left because I was pregnant." I lied. It went silent and everyone froze. "No that was a lie. I left because I knew I didn't want a mate so I went out seeking answers on how to get rid of it. And I did. Or maybe I left because I FUCKING HATE YOU ALL!"

"I can make it worse. And I can make it last, Keeyln your choice,"

The wheels turn in my head. I could tell him but I'd rather drive him nuts knowing the answer and not knowing if it's true.

I scoff and spit on his face. He quickly moves and it lands on Gail's shoe. We both freeze to seek his reaction.

Gail's eyes flicker from brown to black summoning his Wolf. He shakes his head and his eyes turn back to a pale brown color.

"I think I know how to get her to take this seriously," Gail approaches me with heavy steps and I stare at him daring.

Marcos whispers something to Daniel, who I forgot was even there and he nods leaving out the rusted black door.

He doesn't have it in him. He won't hurt me. When he approaches me he starts pulling my metal armor off, after he re-gags Quincy.

"Gail if you wanted me you should've asked. You didn't have to take me, I may have had goodbye sex with you," I smirked.

Marcos stood there with a raised eyebrow as Gail continued to pull off layers until he reached a wife beater and skin tight cargo pants. Then he ripped open my shirt only leaving a bra. "Gail," I call but his eyes remain focused on getting my clothes off, ripping off the rest of my shirt.

Daniel returns and hands Quincy something slick and long. The sword, the one with two bears that I stabbed him with.

"How the hell did you get that?"

"Woah, Gail your gonna kill her?" Marcos asked. He didn't seem to be worried for my sake but for Gail's.

"I want her to know how if feels. Keelyn Greene I love you,"

Just like that I felt it. I know I'm not dead but I want to be. At the corner of my eye a see Quincy yelling and pulling his restraints being useless to help my bloody body. It hurts more than hell, and sadly more than seeing my parents die.

But I will never dare to let a tear roll out my eyes, and that's a promise.

I know what it feels like to have someone tell you one thing and do the opposite. If it were anyone else I'd never give them the opportunity to stab me, using every mind trick I could. Why did I let him hurt me? Is it the same reason he let me hurt him? Or why Quincy sacrifices everything for me over and over and I just keep giving him more chances to sacrifice?

I send out hurt and I've received it too, but now I can finally say I've felt the physical and emotional hurt all at once. The sword is still enlaunched in my stomach, my mouth and lungs filling up with blood.

Gail is looking me in the eye, and I see no pain, no hurt, no emotion at all as he twists the bear sword still in my stomach making blood drip from my nose and eyes. Marcos stands there speechless and unable to move. Quincy is screaming still struggling while I choke on my own blood.

Out of all the people in this world I thought would care it's Quincy, my mate. That he'd save me, not dumbfounded Marcos, and certainly not hurt Gail...anymore.

I can't be saved. Not now and not ever. Not mentally or physically.

"I never thought you could hurt me..." I murmur before I fall to the floor, my head pounding against the concrete. And I only see black.

Woww! She's not dead, only in her head. I just wanted to put that out there.

What do you think?

Who hates The Used to be Soft O'l Gail?

Who's ready for part 2? I'm ready to write it.

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Xoxo, Reese

Written: Oct.21 2018