Broken

Prolouge

Lacey's POV
My cheek stung as a hard hand slapped my face. I looked up to see Alpha Rowan standing above me with anger clear in his eyes. As my eyes met his I immediately looked away not wanting him to think I was disrespecting him. I watched in my peripheral vision as he walked over to the rack of knives. Alpha Rowan loves to make me bleed knowing that that would make the bad cells in my blood continue to multiply at a more rapid pace causing the cancer to spread through my system. He picked up a ragged silver knife and started to make his way over to me.
"You little shit. You are worthless," Alpha Rowan spat at me. He bent over, grabbed my face with his large calloused hand, and forced me to look at him.
"Awe. Is little Lacey scared?" He cooed and have me a sadistic smile. "Well you should be." He then pushed the silver knife onto the skin that rested on my cheekbone and started dragging in for an inch and a half. I screamed as I felt blood drip down my cheeks and the burning that was left in the trail of the silver blade grow worse and worse.
He then pulled away and slapped the side of my face where he just left a cut, which is sure to scar. My face flew to the side and tears started to rain down my face without my permission.
He continued to kick my ribs, stomach, and face. My bones cracked under all the weight he would put on me when he would step on my limbs and ribs, and blood rise to the surface creating bruises after every hit.
Alpha Rowan picked me up so I was standing up. I had to really crane my neck up to see Alpha Rowan's face, for I am barely even five foot and he is about 6'2". Alpha Rowan ripped my oversized t-shirt off leaving me in only my worn and ripped sports bra and panties. He turned me around so my front was facing the wall and my back was facing him. He clamped my wrists into silver cuffs so I was forced to stay standing. As I stood there with my eyes half closed, I heard a whip cracking and a searing pain hitting my back. I let out a hiss in pain knowing that I need to save my energy to scream once the pain actually became unbearable. Which should only be in a few minutes of this further.
After about fifty whips, I sure enough, started to scream from the pain. Once he reached one hundred, I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore.
I felt Alpha Rowan unclamp the silver cuffs from around my wrists and I dropped to the floor with a soft thud. Alpha Rowan kicked my stomach a few more times before he abruptly stopped.
I couldn't open my eyes to see what miracle occurred for him to stop in the middle of my torment. But I could hear what was going on.
"Shit, we're under attack," Alpha Rowan called. I could hear heavy footsteps go through the dungeon and I could hear guards and other pack members on duty yelling orders and responding to orders for an attack protocol. I heard Alpha Rowan's voice pound through the air and I could gradually hear his voice getting farther and farther away from me.
I was about to pass out when I realized I didn't hear the deafening sound of my cell gate closing, locking me in.
I forced myself to open my eyes despite the excruciating pain that radiated through my skull when did so. I glanced over to where my cell gate was. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My cell, wide open without any guard on duty at all. For all seventeen years of my being here, being continuously beaten and tortured for no other reason than my existence, has my cell ever been open and unguarded.
I know what I had to do.
I know that I should stand up and run. Get as far from this hell hole as possible. That I need to get to a hospital to do something about my cancer. I know that there is medicine I can take to help get rid of it, even though it isn't an absolute guarantee. But I also know that my chances of escape is very slim. If i were to make it out of the dungeon, whose to say there aren't any guards up there?
Despite all of my fears clouding my mind, I pushed myself up from the ground and started to limp out of my cell, clutching the wall so I wouldn't fall.
Once I made it out of the cell, I pushed myself off the wall to give myself momentum and I started to run.
I ran through the dungeon and started up the stairs which led to a wide open steel door. As I ran past that I found my self going through the pack house. I have never been on this side of the steel door. I didn't have any time to admire the house and continued to push myself through the house until I was somehow outside. I continued to run through the fields and the thick smell of blood. I needed to get away from here. I made it to the forest and I began to slow down. I continued to run until I felt a weight being lifted off my chest.
I escaped.
I passed the border.
I continued to run for another thirty minutes or so before my legs gave out and I fell to the ground. I lay on the grass feeling my blood puddle around me. But I didn't care. I was free. And that's all that matters at this moment.