Can I be loved (re-writing)

Chapter 13

'Chink, chink' the little hands held onto the pickaxes with a tight grip, in the background you could hear the sounds of whips slicing through raw skin and a high-pitch scream to follow it through. "come on you useless whores, keep working" the voice belonged to the rounded boss; short, fat and sweaty. He licked his lips as he passed the section of struggling children, "good kiddies" the kids shivered in disgust, as his eyes prowled for his favourite. She was reaching the age, where her madien hood would no longer be safe, once she's transferred to the women's section. Her black hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and her face sweaty from the hard labour, her once bright eyes, had dulled to nothing but darkness. Her actions where programmed by the many whiplashes and her fate was sealed tight, under lock and key.

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Belle Pov

"Now Bellatrix, I want you to try and recite these sentences each night", my eyes bored into the back of her head as she reached for the books. It had been the Alphas idea, for me to receive a speech therapist. At first she wasn't thrilled to be teaching me, but once her eyes gazed upon Blake's appearance, she seemed more willing, much to my distaste.

"How's it going" speak of the devil and he shall appear. He walked over and wrapt one arm around my waist, kissing my neck; don't get me wrong, at first I avoided all attempts, but since this witch had a taste for Blake's attention, my horse seemed more territorial over him. "Just fine sir, but she's as quiet as ever" her eyes glared at my waist, Blake hummed in response and carried on staring at me.

"let's go poppet, the puppies need to be trained" he intertwined his hand with mine and gentle pulled me outside. His students ran to stand in a straight line, as we rounded the corner. Many glanced at me, curiously as Blake guided me to sit under a tree close by, "stay out of the sun, love. it's gonna be a hot day" he placed my books beside me and kissed my head, before walking towards the nervous boys.

"Right pair up, I want you to finish this assault course in 30 mins" he bellowed at the 50 boys, with one final glance at me, they sprinted off to the staring line.

I picked up the first book 'an impossibility, can be possible'. My mouth synced the words, though no sound was made, 'it is a beautiful morning', "it...is....b-beateful....beau-tiful" I felt my mouth stretch as I spoke my first sentence, was this a smile.