The Murderous Mate

Chapter Two: Leigh

          The darkness that consumed my body felt nice. Like this was where I was truly meant to be. In the dark, all alone, by myself. Just like it had been for the past eight years. I could hear rustling from the outside world. It sounded like a man talking, no shouting. Whoever he was, he sounded very pissed off. Who was this man?   
My body felt heavy, like a hundred bricks were piled on top of me. Even opening eyes were hard. Every attempt felt harder than the last. My mind and body weren't cooperating together, making it harder for me to wake up.
           A warm hand was placed on my thigh, sending tiny sparks up my body. A small groan erupted from my throat, as I tried to move away from whoever it was. As I went to roll over, my body was jerked back, a sharp pain running down my arms. With my eyes still not cooperating, I couldn't figure out why I couldn't move.
           "Come on baby, open those beautiful green eyes for me." A deep voice said, their breath tickling my ear. A shudder went through my body. Did I know this person? Was I supposed to know this person?
           "Open your eyes, Leigh." Can't you see I'm trying?
            Using all the strength I manage to build up, I slightly opened my eyes. The bright light above made me quickly shut them, turning my head back to the darkness. Two hands quickly grabbed my face, pulling my head back to its original position.
           "Open them now, Leigh."
             Giving into whoever was speaking to me, I peered through the slit of my eyes to find a blurry figure standing over me, holding my face. The light had been turned off, allowing me too fully open my eyes. A haze had settled over my eyes, making everything blurry to me. Blinking a few times, the haze disappeared, making my vision clearer.
            "There are those beautiful green eyes I've been dying to see," the figure said, moving closer to me. Peering up, I meet the eyes of the devil who loomed over my weak figure.
           Jason.
           My legs shot out over the bed, getting ready to pounce, but before my feet could touch the ground, I was yanked back to the bed, another shooting pain riveting between my shoulder blades. Jason chuckled at the sight of my struggling body. My eyes shot up to my arms, only to find that they were bound together on the bed frame. I gave them a hard tug, wincing as the rope tore into my skin. Jason stalked over, covering his monstrous hands over mine, making me stop my self-harm.
         "That's my good girl," Jason said, his hands sliding down to my face, pulling it close before smashing his lips against mine. I whimpered for him to release me, tugging at the restraints that held me. Jason slid this tongue across my bottom lip, wanting access, even though he knew god damn well I wouldn't give it to him. The more I struggled under Jason's weight, the harder he pushed his body onto mine. After what felt like hours of torture, Jason finally pulled away, fully releasing my face and body. I sucked in a deep breath, allowing my lungs to fill with air. "Tasty."
           My face twisted in disgust at Jason's comment. He burst out laughing at the sight of my face, I wanted so badly to beat it off his jackass of a face.
          "Go to hell you bastard." I spit, leaning as forward as my restraints would allow me. The smirk was wiped off Jason's face and replaced with an angry one. I could care less about whatever the hell he planned for me, I didn't care anymore. I failed. At everything, my parents taught, that I had taught myself. My training, preparing, all my hard work only to be kidnapped.
         Jason grabbed my jaw, yanking my face towards his. "You better lose this mouth of yourself, Leigh. You don't want to push my buttons."
         "Fuck you and your buttons, I don't give a damn." A sharp pain exploded across my cheek, making me cry out in pain. I squeezed my eyes shut, preventing any fresh tears from falling. A metallic taste filled my mouth. I turned my head back to Jason. He was heavily breathing, his hand in a fist. He just punched me.
        "I said watch your mouth."
         I glared at the monster in front of me, refusing to let him see me cry. He had the advantage over me, and I needed my strength to escape, I couldn't be wasting it by mouthing off. Keeping my mouth shut, I leaned my head back against the headboard, my whole body aching from head to toe. What the hell did he do to me last night?
I felt the bed dip near me as a hand landed on my thigh. My head shot up, tensing at Jason's touch. "You're probably wondering why you're here, am I right?" I nodded, not wanting to speak.
        "Ah ah, use your words."
        "Yes." I silently cursed myself for letting have this much control over me. It made me feel weak, vulnerable.
       "I'm glad to see your listening. You already know that were mates by now, correct?"
       "Yes."
       "Good. Well, I'm becoming the Alpha of the Silver Blood pack, but before I could, I was supposed to find my Luna, so we could be crowned together. It's a tradition to do so in this family, it shows that we're united. I had almost given up trying to find you, but it just happened to be fate that you happened to serve us at the dinner."
       I scowled at him, shifting my gaze back up to the ceiling. By now, my arms had lost all feeling, moving on inch sent searing pain up my back.
        "Anyways, now that I've found you and you're here with me, will be crowned in two months."
          My head shook violently, the thought of me being pronounced Luna, HIS Luna scared me to death even more. I couldn't be united with a man I didn't know, let alone my kidnapper. Tears pooled in my eyes read to escape. I shut my eyes my head still shaking. I let out a dry cry, my voice sounding raw.
          "Hey, hey, baby it's going to be ok. You will love my pack, and soon me." Jason latched his hands onto my face, making me stop shaking.
          "No! I won't love you or your pack! You're a sick fuck who kidnaps people and forces them to love you! I promise you that will never happen to me! I will never be your Luna." I spat, my face twisting in disgust.
          Jason abruptly stood, towering over me, his face turning bright red.
         "You will love me, and you be pronounced Luna in two months, nothing will change that, but what I can change is your mouth. How 'bout we fixed that right now?"
         In an instant, Jason was over me, sitting across my hips. I squirmed beneath him, moving as much as I could with being tied down. Jason pulled his hand back, forming a fist, smashing down it down on my face. My head was whipped to the side as I howled in pain, the pain spreading throughout my face. Another punch landed square on my cheekbone, then on my jaw. I couldn't keep up with the cries for help nor my pleas for Jason to stop. By now my face was beaten and bruising all over with blood dripping from my mouth and nose. Before Jason ended his punishment, he wrapped his fingers around my throat closing off my oxygen. I was too weak to scream or yell, instead I laid still choking for one more single breath before I would die. Right as I was about to slip away, Jason released my throat, allowing me to breathe. He couldn't let me die, he wouldn't be Alpha, that's the only reason he released me.
         Jason stalked away from me, his face still bright red. My face hurt like a bitch, but I didn't care, I would rather be beaten than loved by him. As I stared up at the ceiling, I heard footsteps coming back this way. Jason appeared in front of my eyes scowling at me. In his hands was a syringe. I started to panic, Jason could do whatever he pleased to me when I was asleep and couldn't fight back. Jason uncapped the syringe nearing my arm. I squirmed away from him, even though it sent shooting pain through my body. Jason snatched my arm, quickly injecting me before I could scoot away. I hissed in pain as the needle stabbed my arm.
         "This is what you get for smart mouthing me, Leigh. You better learn quickly that I don't tolerate disobedience. Fixed the attitude and maybe then you learn to love it here."
         I could barely hear anything that Jason was rambling to me. I was passing out faster than the first time he injected me. Jason reached up and untied my arms, letting them drop onto the mattress. Through my blurry eyes, my wrists were all bloody and torn from the rope. Jason saw that I was looking at them and grabbed one of them, squeezing it hard as blood drizzled out, running down my forearm. I let out another pathetic scream, the pain was excruciating.
         "As I said before, learn quickly. Sweet dreams my Luna."
                                     
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