The Mark of an Alpha

Chapter 14

The tormenting never stopped. Every minute-second-was filled with flashes of metal, pains of anguish or slices from hell. When it wasn't my Uncle beating me, it was Mark. They didn't always use tools, sometimes they would use their fists, their boots, even their elbows. Every aspect in that room was created to kill.

Hanging limp off of the wall as my Uncle stabbed me in my thigh I couldn't help but wish for his old beatings. Those were nothing compared to now. I didn't know what I looked like, but I knew it wasn't good. I felt the little pieces of clothes that hung on my weak frame become heavier than originated, absorbed with my blood. They felt like led on my body, making it an effort to simply not sag. I could feel the belt around my torso become loser as I became smaller from lack of food and water. I couldn't see my face but I knew it was a gory mess. It was becoming harder to see out of each eye as they swelled more intensely. I could constantly taste the metallic tang of blood on my tongue, could constantly feel it dripping down my features.

It became harder to mask my emotions, to mute the yell of pains I wanted so badly to let lose. When Mark would start re-injuring my already open wounds it took all my energy not to make a sound, not to cringe my face. Though whenever it got tough I would think of him, of what he had said.

I don't want you.

Then it was better; numb again. And I could survive a little longer with no pain. However the sensation lasted shorter as the agony increased and soon it was just a heartache to my chest; an addition to the pain, not a detraction.

My Uncle had been scratching the surface of my skin with his blade as he spoke.

"I have to admit, princess, you've been holding up longer than I expected, but than again you were always a stubborn one." He pressed the knife harder at the mention of absently displaying pain, droplets of blood trickled down my soaked, battered leg.

I didn't make any motive to speak, to acknowledge or to move, which seemed to aggravate him more than expected.

"Here's the thing, princess," He spat the word he had used moments before right into my face. His demeier had suddenly changed, taking on a more evil edge. He looked totally different; his face hardened, his eyes darker, his stance broader. The way he talked didn't sound like his own voice at all, it was deeper, more rugged as if he was being possessed by some inner monster.

"there's something your poor dead little parents forget to tell you." At the mention of my parents, of my family, I involuntary flinched, taken back from the words he spoke.

My Uncle laughed, the sound deep and intimidating. "Ah, so that's it then? Your family? That's what will get you speaking? Well good, because I'm about to tell you all about where you come from." His mouth tilted into a sneer as he observed me, perhaps thinking about my family-his brother-while doing so. The fiery pain that spread throughout my body made it difficult for me to concentrate on his words, but with my family involved I managed.

"You see our family comes from a unique clan, so to speak." My eyes stayed glued on the dagger in his hand, watching his movements intensely whilst also listening to the foreign words escaping his mouth. "Your sweet dear old parents weren't all that cheery and innocent. Now I'm not one to go on and on about the past so I'm just going to be straight with you. Considering you were staying with an Alpha maybe your already familiar with the term werewolf?"

His declaration took me off guard, so much so that when he plunged his dagger into my shoulder I couldn't mute the small cry that escaped my lips. Fresh blood mingled with old, and soon the world went hazy as the loss of blood started impacting me dangerously. However, I forced myself to stay conscious, not trusting what would happen once I blacked out, but more importantly, needing to hear what my Uncle was saying.