The Alpha Pair

Chapter 8

WARNING: THERE IS SEVERE VIOLENCE AHEAD. INCLUDING RAPE, STARVATION, AND OTHER THEMES OF TORTURE. THESE ARE THEMES THAT SOME MIGHT FIND TRIGGERING, OR UNCOMFORTABLE. SKIP THIS ENTIRE PART IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ IT!

"It wasn't just my mom, that was taken by rogues when I was young." I started from the beginning. "We were on the way home from the beach, and a group of rogues had killed the two wolves on patrol. They used silver bullets so that they couldn't alert anyone, but their deaths were alarming enough. Mom knew that we were close to where the Warriors had died, so she shifted and picked me up because I couldn't shift yet. I wasn't sixteen. She ran, Nic. She ran and ran and ran, but they cut her off and surrounded us. There were 40 rogues, and she fought as much as she could, but she had to guard me. She killed 12 before she even got a scratch. Twelve, Nic! She was so incredible. So strong. She killed eight more before they stopped attacking. We were too far away from the pack house, and no matter how fast the warriors and dad ran, they never would have reached us in time. One of the rogues, his name was Hausen. He was German, I think.
He snuck up behind mom to me while the rest attacked her head on. When he got me I screamed and she took her eyes off the rogue she was fighting for one second. Just one. It was more than enough for them to overpower her. They used a huge collar laced with silver and wolfsbane to keep her from shifting back. They dragged us out of the territory and masked their scents for three county lines before they put us on a boat and ferried us to some remote island. Nobody ever told me the name of the island, but I  ever asked either so I guess they just didn't want to mention anything that would upset me.
Anyways, they starved us when we were at sea, just gave mom shots of wolfsbane so she couldn't contact Jalie, her wolf. Other than that they left us alone. Mom and I cuddled and every time I cried she would hold me tight. The only time she cried was when she thought I was asleep. I tried to cuddle her extra close then. She was so amazing Nic. I looked at him and he had murder in his eyes, so I looked back down. Nobody has ever looked like that when I told them what happened to mom and I. We were on the ship for three nights and four days before we hit the island. They knocked us out and when we woke up we were in a one room building. I looked like a prison cell, but there were no windows, there was a tiny mud room before the door, so we couldn't tell if it was night or day. They never opened both doors at the same time. For the first week, they fed us two slices of bread and a half a cup of soup broth every mealtime. On the tenth day, mom had a miscarriage. She made me promise that I wouldn't tell dad, or anyone else. That she would do it. She didn't even know she was pregnant. I've never told anyone before. Not even dad. It didn't feel right betraying my promise to her when she protected me all the time.
She always made it seem like dad was on his way, like he would be there soon to kick ass and take names. I didn't believe her, but I thought it was just her way of dealing with what was happening. Now I know it was her way of trying to keep me calm. The second week, they only gave us two cups of broth at meal times. They had completely cutout the bread. Mom always poured some of her broth in my cup when I wasn't looking. Sometimes she let me pretend I was full so she could drink the rest.
They started taking mom outside everyday during the third week. She told me that they made her dig, and that it wasn't so bad. That wasn't true either. I remember begging her to ask if I could join, but she always refused. I thought she just didn't want me to have to dig, so I started working out as much as I could while she was gone. I later found out that they all sat in a circle and jerked off while Hausen raped her. They filmed it. He made her watch videos of them raping other women, sometimes videos of them raping her, all while he raped her. During the forth week he started to hold her mouth open while each of his men forced their cocks in her mouth one at a time. They didn't let her breath, and if she passed out they just continued like nothing happened.
The fifth week she came back in with no teeth at all. She had bit one of their penis' off. I remember she was so proud of herself. Said she bit one of them and they ripped her teeth out, but that I shouldn't worry because they would never touch me. She couldn't talk clearly anymore, but she was so damn proud of herself. After that they left her alone, said she could die as far as they cared.
The days passed and eventually we didn't even know when to sleep or when to wake. There was a lightbulb that was always lit, and we just slept when we felt like it. Three months and two days after we were kidnapped, mom died. It was two days after my sixteenth birthday, but I only know that because she watched my shift. She was so proud of me. She gushed and gushed about how gorgeous Lucie was. She had been sick from not passing the fetus, but that's not what killed her. Her mouth had become infected after not being cleaned properly. When she got sick, I told her not to worry. I would take her place and dig if they came back, that I had been working out, and had gotten decently sized muscles. Well, as much as the cup of broth they gave us allowed. She cried her eyes out and apologized over and over again. I didn't understand why until two days after she died.
Two rogues came in with whips that had barbed wire threaded through them. They tossed one of them at me and demanded that I beat her corpse with it. I refused at first. Every time I refused they gave me ten lashes with the other whip. I refused for three days before I couldn't take the pain anymore. I sobbed and apologized to her over and over again in my head. 200 lashes. They poured hydrogen peroxide on the gashes and watched as I screamed and writhed in pain. They said they couldn't let their entertainment die so easily again. They had removed mom's body after a week, said it was stinking too much.
This went on for two months before Hausen made them stop. They left me alone for a few weeks, until one of the guards came and dragged me out. I was too malnourished to shift and attack them, so they didn't bother blocking Lucie. Six months. That's how long I was there before I found out what they really made mom do all those days they brought her outside.
I don't even know exactly what they did, I can only assume by what they did to me. That was their timeline for me, so I guess I just assumed it was their timeline for her. They made me watch what they did to her. Made me watch as they raped her, as they beat her and forced their cocks in her mouth. They even recorded when she bit that man's penis off and when they were ripping all her teeth out. I called him Tim. They put them in a jar and later on I saw Tim wearing them as a necklace.
After two more months Hausen made a contraption of sorts. He came in and dragged me out to see it. It was the only time I saw night time there. His machine was like a swing set, but instead of one bar it had two, about four feet apart, and instead of swings it had two chains on each bar, three feet apart from each other. The chains had padded leather shackles on them. They chained my arms to one bar, and my legs to the other one, so that I was facing the night sky.
They took paddles and beat me. The only places they weren't allowed to hit were my head, face, and vagina. That was only when one of them was...." I took a deep breath, and Nic pulled me closer to him.
"You don't have to say anything more, Little One. I'm so sorry that I pressured you into saying anything at all." He whispered kissing my shoulder. I had been ignoring the warm streaks his tears were burning down my back since he heard they took away the bread.
"No, Nic. I have to finish. I have to put this to bed once and for all." I whispered running my fingers through his hair. We were comforting each other, and not once did I see any pity or shame in his eyes. If anything he looked.....proud of me.
"It was only when one of them was raping me. My head and face were always off limits to beating, but they found other ways to torture me. They began doing what Tim called, 'spit roasting', after another month. I'll let you look that up if you don't know already what it means." Nic tightened his arms around me and pulled the blanket closer around us.
"They poured hot wax on my skin, from way too close. I had blisters everywhere. Their personal favorite was putting a gag ball in my mouth and trying to see how many of them could," I stopped to take a deep breath. "you know.......in me before I passed out. I survived another month of that before dad and Uncle Jack found us. Lucie was lucid enough to give dad as many geographically defining details as possible through the pack mind link, I guess they didn't think about that.
The only reason they found me was because one clear day she noticed the island closest to us had a mountain with two peaks, forming a perfect 'V'. They brought twelve other packs with them and slaughtered all the rogues. Every single last one of them. Tim and Hausen's skulls were mounted on spikes the last I saw them.
They found me unconscious in that tiny little cell with no clothes on, no bedding, and laying in a pile of semen, and my own excrements. I survived an entire year of torture, and I'll never forget that. Not until long after the day I die.
I was in a coma for three months after that. Malnutrition and severe abuse the doctors told us, but they didn't know. They didn't know anything."
When I finished telling Nic what happened, he laid us down and held me. Looking at the alarm clock in my bedside I noticed it was 4 in the morning. I knew I probably should have been crying, but I didn't feel like I needed to cry. I didn't need to waste any more time or thoughts with my mate thinking about those evil, vile men. I finally felt safe again as I snuggled into Nic's arms and we fell asleep.

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