"Come here, kitten." The nickname he used on me always got to me, his piercing blue eyes stared into my own. They were lust blown and full of desire... desire for me. The fact he desired me sent my arousal through the the roof. I followed his order...
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Klaire's POV:
I gagged at whatever was shoved down my throat, my whole body began to burn again. Whatever the stuff Martha mixed to make me feel this way was making me loose consciousness and I kept fading in and out of the dark abyss that was welcoming and the reality where the people I thought I could trust was harming me in ways I couldn't imagine.
I was too weak to scream out anymore. My arm was broken, my body had numerous cuts and bruise over them, my head pounded, my insides tightened and burned. My whole being had been thrown off the wheels completely. I spat out whatever was in my mouth and glanced up at the night sky, everyone else in the pack minded their business like I wasn't there. They turned there back and let Martha, Oscar and Max do what they pleased to me.
My head rolled to the side as my body started to get weaker and someone grabbed my face roughly, I noticed it was Max and his face moved around my vision as my eyes tried to focus on what seemed to be three of him. "Oh no, don't pass out yet. We haven't even gotten to the best part!" He grabbed something which I couldn't see and slowly pierced it into the major muscle in my leg.
I whimper and close me eyes as my leg began to burn. "What... are you doing... to me?" I struggle. My whole body felt numb yet everything hurt though. I tried to move but I couldn't and my eyes widened.
"We told you to stay still multiple times but you kept trying to kick us when we got near you, so we made you paralysed." Max smiles and pat my cheek and got up and sat on the log next to Oscar. He watched me as I tried to move but I couldn't and I hit my head on the poll behind me in frustration.
"Please stop, I'll do whatever you want... just please... stop." They had been doing this all day since I had been tied up, taking turns in stabbing me with sharp objects to shoving whatever herbs Martha mixed up to make me want to vomit but I couldn't.
All I could think about was Jasper, I felt like screaming really loudly in hopes he could hear me with his supernatural hearing, but there was no guarantee that would work and I didn't want to risk getting hurt even more. I just hoped he would find me or they killed me because I wouldn't be able to stand much more of this.
I wish I hadn't mentioned my parents and how I blamed him for being the cause of their death, if I hadn't then I'd still be at his house with Zoe and him. Even the way he treated me like trash would be better then what I was being treated like now. At least there I had a friend, and food, and was not tortured to the brink of passing out of exhaustion.
Martha stood up then and I watched as she made something in the bowl she was using. I whimpered and looked away, I didn't want to have that stuff where it felt like my throat was burning. She stepped closer to me then and moved her finger along the major muscle in my thigh where the needle was a few moments ago as she cut a gash on my leg with her magic. I wince and she began to put the rough leaves on my open wound. I hissed and tried to move away but I couldn't do anything.
