Perfectly Imperfect

Chapter Two: 25 Dark Red Specks Of Blood On The Wall

I finished my meal and was counting the specks of dried blood on the floor. Muttering to myself;

There's 25 dark red specks on the wall;
25 specks of blood;
You scratch one off, making it fall;
24 specks dark red specks on the wall,

When I heard the muttering voices outside. This was my signal to jump up and lower my eyes. I did so just intime as the metal door swung open, revealing the large intimidating man. 

"Up." He growled. It was the main man. He made me call him Alpha, I didn't know whether that was just his name or a nod to his superior position in this weird cult. Judging by the wolf obsession they seemed to have I would guess the latter.

He grabbed me behind the neck and shoved me forward. I stumbled in a panic to remain upright and began to walk forward, eyes remaining downcast. He led me down a familiar set of corridors, pushing me roughly when I needed to turn left or right. He didn't say anything else and he didn't need to, I knew where he was taking me.

He wasn't what I associated a normal kidnapper would be like. Or a normal gang. Surely they want prisoners to be as less of a threat as possible, it would certainly make their job easier. But he enjoyed toying with me, for some strange reason every week for the past couple of years he would make me fight him. Maybe it was some sick amusement he got from my helplessness. Despite the fact that I had actually become quite proficient at fighting I came absolutely no way close to beating him, my ass was handed to me every single time without him breaking a sweat. I think it excited him being able to fight with no prospect of losing, it was one of the few times I saw him smile, and it wasn't a pleasant one. I wasn't sure whether he taught me to fight because he was a misogynistic dickwad that would never see a woman as a threat or he just got off on making me feel like I had a chance.

Regardless, he was about to kick my ass and I could do nothing about it. I was resigned to my fate at this point. This was worse than being tied up and beat. It gave you the illusion of a chance, when really you didn't have one at all. When I first got here I saw these sessions as a hope that he wasn't as awful as he first seemed. I had this little naive hope that it was some magical fairytale where my parents had accidentally sold me to somebody who would actually help me. Teach me to fight so I would never again be subject to people like my parent's friends. Feed me actual food, give me a family.

I was wrong, so very wrong. Sometimes he would make me fight his next in command or the man that seemed in control of the wolves, the latter actually scared me most out of them all. Honestly, the one in charge of the wolves hit harder and seemed to move faster than the Alpha ever could, and that confused me. In the end, it didn't really matter who I was against because it always ended the same. Me, on the floor.

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Being dragged across the floor by my hair was another thing I had become accustomed to. Walking was rarely something I could accomplish after one of those sessions. My muscles ached from overexertion and coupled with the newly forming bruises I couldn't make my muscles move even if I wanted to.

I was eventually flung into my cell, I landed un an ungraceful heap with an 'umph'. I allowed myself to lay there for a few seconds in a pathetic heap. Fighting against the waves of pain that were making me feel nauseous. It was a given that any cuts on my back that hadn't healed were now split open. I could feel the wetness pressing against my t-shirt. He'd gone particularly hard today, I wasn't sure why. It had been a while I had received such a beating without having caused it myself.

I opened my eyes not fully prepared to be met with another staring right back at me. I didn't jump though, I didn't really have the energy to. I quickly looked away from making eye contact, just in case. 
I wasn't really sure what was going on. This was a new one. I could tell by the dirtied clothes that they weren't guards but it was like I was conditioned out of making eye contact it was quite weird.