Mated To You: The Escape

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Life ain't easy.
You have to be wrong to know what is right.
Stumble to persevere.
Hurt to be stronger.
Fall to rise again.
And lose to try harder.
                  
                
Chapter 1.
                 
                 
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"You bitch! You think someone would give a damn about you? Nobody would want you anymore. Nobody wants someone who is not pure. So be thankful we wasted our time with you."

                                                                          
I felt a slapped on my right cheek and blood started dripping from my lips. This may hurt but I've become numb with this. I don't know when it started but I can't feel pain anymore. I got used to the beating and my body had a way of making me insensitive.
                                                                               
James and the other four seems to have made a humor by hurting me, beating the shit out of me and well, sexually harassing me. Name every assault you could ever think and they already made a move for me to accept those. Fucking assholes.
                                                                           
Even if I didn't do anything that would cause them to beat the hell out, they just had fun doing it. Man, I was scared the first time they took me. I could still remember it like it only happened yesterday.
                                                                           
I was walking home late afternoon from a friend's house. We just graduated high school and we were planning to take up college near the apartment we rented. We planned to pack our things and head there at the end of the month. When we were finished, her father offered to drive us home but I declined the offer because my house is only a few blocks away from theirs. It's not like I have a parent who would scold me for being late. My parents died from a plane crash when I was 10 so my grandma took me in. Seven years later, she followed them, leaving me the house with a little of her savings to help me for the following years. Back to what happened to me, well, I was walking right and then someone just hit me in the back of my head and then I passed out, hours later, tada, I'm being chained in a cell that has an awful rotting smell.
                                                                         
I have no idea who these guys were. Never did I met them while I was free and I couldn't even remember having a fit with anyone. They just took my freedom away from me, chained me like I'm some kind of an animal and molested me. They deserve death no matter what.
             
                                                                                                   
"Ohhh. Our little playmate here seems  to have gain a little bit of braveness. Didn't even shed a tear, aye? Come on James, let me have fun with her."
                                                                                     
"Sure, whatever Cameron. Do whatever the fuck you want. I'm not really in the mood. Suit yourself. I'll leave you guys to it. Tomorrow she's mine, you hear me?"
                                                                                                       
"Yeah, yeah. Fuck off already."

                                                               
        
In a matter of seconds, Dave, one of the other four, was pinned on the wall and James is standing in front of him gripping his neck and growling like a beast. I really don't give a damn with these guys. They can kill each other if they want to, if I'll get out, I will kill them instead. These guys though, don't get hurt. Fuck, I've tried kicking, punching, name it all, not even a bruise man. Well, except scrapping coz i manage to inflict Cameron once. Once that almost cost my life.
                                                                      

                                                                       
"Don't ever tell me to fuck off. You hear me Dave? Maybe you can say that to your Beta here but don't fucking order me around like I'm some kind of omega. Because man, I'm the Alpha of my pack, get that thing inside your damn skull."
           

                                                                        
Dave didn't answer but he manage to rip James hand from his neck and pinned him on the floor. I didn't catch how on Earth did he manage to get out from being pinned but hell, I am staring wide eyes. I can here a growl escaping from Dave's mouth and Blake is in a stance ready to attack James. These guys aren't your normal people, I can tell. They don't get hurt, they growl for Pete's  sake and hell, they are so strong and f.a.s.t.

                                                             
          
"And don't fucking forget James, I'm also the Alpha of my pack so I can beat you to pulp. Even without Blake, my beta's help. I just couldn't because I'm having fun with your little toy. After I'm done with her, i might let you taste a little pain."

                                                                 
         
For the past months, I've heard them threatening each other, trying to rip each other's neck, sending dagger eyes to one another, I have heard insults spitting everywhere. Disregarding being Alpha or Beta or whatever they are. They just love to get to each other's throats. Like what Dave said, they can't because they're having fun with James's little fucking toy, me.
                                                                           

"Oh please, don't you kids like to play  around. You see girls, I'm begging you not to kill each other because I will do the honor for you once I get out of here so please do me a favor and don't cat-fight yet okay?"
              
                                                                       
  
You see, my fucking mouth just loves to put me in trouble. And I always get what they think I deserve for speaking them, 'The Mighty Alphas' together with their "Loyal Beta', ill. I've read something about alpha's and beta's but it's not like they're some kind of an animal on some sort of pack right? They look like normal person to me.
            
                                                                       
  
"You fucking bitch! You just don't know when to stop talking no?"
    
                                                                 
        
I scrunched my nose and rolled my eyes at Trent, one of the boys who assaulted me.
           
              
                               
"Ohhh, you kiss your mother with that mouth of yours? Tsk. Your mother might be a bitch i suspect because man, you grew up as a jerk. What a shame from being an Alpha ay?"
             
                      
          
Yes guys, I'm telling you. This is the end of this story. I'm fucking dead thanks to my mouth.
          
             
From where I am chained, I can see Trent, Cameron's Beta and Blake trying to stop Cameron from coming to my cell and ripping my throat. I laughed at the scenario in front of me. Shit, i am so fucking dead.
          
                   
            
"Two little bitches trying to stop another bitch. You know, this is a perfect scene. I just love how bitches flocks around bitches."
           
            
            
Their heads, all fucking five of them, snapped to glare at me. I can see the veins popping from their neck like they're in the middle of losing control. My brain and my mouth just work together harmoniously. And well, the end.
               
            
         
             
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