The Broken Queen

Chapter 5; Kayla Takes the Punishment:

Dani's POV:

'Don't worry little one, I'm here for you and am very proud of you. When the time is right, all will be revealed. Go on now and I will be here when you need me' Kayla tells me before I put on the scrappy uniform that I'm forced to wear every day in the pack house.

It's a black long-sleeved dress with a white stripe along the waist with black battered flats. The dress is very long and hits the middle of my calves, it makes me look like a strange looking nun or something in the human world. An image of a young nun in in training in a similar dress flashes through my mind. I remember seeing it in a history book about religion in the human world.

I'm fairly small, only 5′4, a little taller than your average she-wolf so the dress looks a little on me than it would on others. I scoop my long black curls into a low ponytail after getting dressed and hide my bag of spare clothes, hanging my gear carefully behind my wardrobe, out of sight to dry off, before heading out to start my day. I start with collecting all the piles of clothes waiting outside the bedroom doors for me. I bring them to the laundry room where one of the maids, Aoife, takes care of the pack's washing each day at lunchtime. Next, I sweep the main kitchen and wipe down the table and counters, before straightening the china in the hallway display case.

I work through my long list of tasks until it hits 6:20 am, when I have to start making breakfast for 7am. I start a beef stew on a low simmer to slow cook for lunch, while making eggs and bacon as breakfast for the pack's hierarchy and a few other wolves who often accompany them to breakfast. (Alpha, Beta, Beta's Mate, Gamma, Gamma's Mate) I finish plating the five meals for my father (Alpha Reece), Beta Ger, Beta Linda, Gamma Richard, and Gamma Jewel when the door swings open roughly.

In they file, conversing about the issues they are currently having with rogues, when my father shouts from outside the door. "This food better be absolutely perfect today or you will suffer bitch" I shudder. "of course, sir" I reply coldly, my voice void of any emotion. My father takes one look at the table as he enters the room before his face turns red, his eyes full of rage and hatred. He huffs angrily and spins around on his heels to face me. My heart sinks when I see his expression.

I glance at the plate behind him in panic and recognize my mistake immediately. I'm scared but I try my best to keep my demeanor as calm and emotionless as possible. Someday, someday soon, I'll make him feel like this, and I'll make him pay for everything he's has done to this family as well as this pack. "How many times have I told you that I don't eat fat? I'm not a pig, unlike some people in this room!?!" he roars glaring coldly at me, his brows furrowed. He uses his Alpha tone, making the room shake. I cower slightly behind the counter, which just makes him smirk.

He loves the look of fear in my eyes, he lives for it. I bow my head to avoid his sickening glare, but they all mistake it as a bow of submission to my Alpha, including him. This I find hilarious because they have always underestimated me, but they won't for much longer, I'll show these bastards what it's like to be so scared you pray for death. 'After all this time, they still underestimate you pup. I can't wait to see the look on their faces when they have to bow down to you, and we get our revenge. That time is near, I can taste it' Kayla laughs, making me snigger.

I know I'm strong enough to not be compelled to bow down to anyone, even if I have to pretend to sometimes. This thought seems to calm my wolf. 'Kayla, let me take the whip' I quickly say. 'Not a chance pup, we won't be here much longer but until then I'm taking every beating and whipping he gives us. You need to continue building your strength. You know I am strong enough, and you have protected me enough these past few years, let me protect you' I sigh. 'I won't do anything stupid, plus, I can heal quicker than you can right now. We are too close to our escape to get you injured. We only have another four five days before we must put our plan into action. Trust me on this Dani′ she pleads, but sternly enough for me to know she's not really giving me a choice.

I smirk at Kayla but keep my eyes trained on the kitchen tiles as if they are speaking to me. It gets too quiet, so I slowly look up, only to have four pairs of glowing eyes staring back at me with a mixture of hatred, disgust, disbelief and...lust? Ew. My father's nowhere to be seen but I know all too well where he's gone. He soon stomps into the room, grabbing me by my hair to drag me along with him, my feet struggling to support my body from the lack of balance and the force I am being pulled with.

I whimper at the stinging sensation in my scalp, and he just smiles evilly and chuckles. "Shut it slut" he warns. We come to the large oak door at the back of the pack house at the end of the corridor. He chose this room because it was close to his office and away from the more social areas of the building. I had learned not to fight against it the hard way and to stay down unless he said otherwise. "Strip and lie down" he growls. I stand up and slowly remove my dress, leaving me in just my light underskirt and bra.

I lie down on the wooden table in the middle of this dark room. Kayla then takes over and I feel my eye colour shift from my ever-changing blue eyes to her silver speckled grey ones. 'Kayla, quick, hide your eyes' I whisper to her once she's in control. My eyes turn back to their currently electric blue, just as my father comes back around the corner with a whip, a new heavy buckled belt in hand and a tray of blades on my left.

He walks towards me smiling, as if he was a kid being rewarded with candy, which is a scary attitude to have about what was to come. He pushes my chest down and straps my ankles, wrists, and chest down tightly to the table. I have multiple scars that line my wrists from previous struggles with the leather to get free, but I had sadly only managed to cut myself, adding to the pain. Once again, I'm strapped down tightly with no moving room whatsoever.

For the first year of being brought to this room almost daily, I would always fight back, scream or cry. After the second year, I became so angry I physically shook on the table the whole time, wanting to lash out. It took my father three years to break me, or rather for me to convince him he had. The amount of time it took made him furious of course, because he couldn't believe or understand how someone so small, young and alone as me could have such a strong will.

For the last two years I have accepted it without fighting in anyway allowing him to believe he had finally won. It's the only reason I was finally released from the pack house attic to move into my shack. He has since believed that I have no will or emotional strength left to fight back or try again to run away. again. Which is why this time, I will succeed. I have not given up yet.

I spent most of the fourth year finding out how to avoid punishment and lessen how frequently I saw this fear instilling room. It has become more of a weekly occurrence instead of coming in here twice a day, or more. What my 'father' hasn't realized was over the last year and a half, is I have been studying him. What gets on his nerves, how he fights, how he rules, how he moves in wolf form and how he uses the weapons to hurt and cut me. I have become more aware of his movements and of his behavior.

He stalks back toward me, deep in thought of where to start. He grabs the belt and whip as he makes his decision. He whips me fifteen times, alternating between the whip and the belt before pausing and then slicing my arm three times with a sharp box cutter like blade, going deeper into my flesh each time. This makes fresh welts form on my skin. I wince and whimper when he loosens the straps. I hesitantly bend down to pick up my dress, glancing around to take in my surroundings from my now standing position. After changing, I walk shakily back to the kitchen, knowing Kayla would have to heal me. By now my father's food is cold and he orders me to cook him up a fresh breakfast. I walk into the room wincing as the muscles of my stomach tense, sending shots of pain through my entire body when I move too quickly. When I enter, the hierarchy and their companions take one look at me and begin to howl in laughter.

"Oh my God Alpha, you did a good job on the bitch, we could hear every single lash!" Ger praises, with a sickening glint in his eyes. I immediately feel the urge to gag but suppress it to avoid another hit. "She doesn't deserve what I give her, she often forgets her place and has become ungrateful for the roof she has over her head. She doesn't appreciate that I put up with seeing her ugly face every day instead of killing her and throwing her to the rogues. Although it either can be arranged if she chooses to push me" he says with venom dripping from his tone before turning to me. "IS THAT CLEAR!?!" he yells, enraged. After correcting my mistake, I take my leave and hurry to a supply closet as best as I can without falling. I talk to Kayla, letting her heal me before relinquishing control. Thankfully, the rest of the day continues without much incident.