Save Me, Alpha

Chapter 2: the Tattoo

One month and five days. That's how long I have been trapped, how long I've been tortured. Some cuts, the less deep ones, have started to close and become scars. The others, they're reopened each time they bring me to the torture room. They're healing the slowest.
I need to escape somehow, but I don't know how. They tell me that I'll be able to leave the cell when the 'alpha' arrives. I've just started to assume that's just what they call their leader. Some of the nicer-if that's even possible-guards say he'll be back at the end of this week.
I still have two days of torturing to get through, to survive through. The familiar sound of metal keys clashing with each other fill my ears. I pry my weak eyes open, but don't sit up from my bed. "You're in luck, the Alpha arrives tonight. You have one final session with the Beta before he gets here," someone states. A new guard? A female guard?
I pull myself up painfully slow, and stand, "you're new?" It was more of a statement than a question. She nods, "started yesterday." I raise an eyebrow and ask weakly, "you're going to let them do this to me?" She looks down, "they're the orders, now let's go." She shoves me forward and I stumble, but catch my balance. Barely. My stomach has been cut, my arms, my face, my legs. There's barely any room left for cutting on me.
I'm shoved into the usual chair, too weak to fight, except this time, I'm not tied up. "Check her," a man's voice booms. I recognize it as the same one who tears my skin apart. Three men walk towards me, looking over my arms, back, and legs. "What are you looking for?" I question hoarsely. "Beta, we found it," of the men state, holding up my arm. "Found what?" I ask. The man walks in, the one they call 'Beta', and he approaches me, grabbing my arm roughly. "What is it?" I ask again, when I see him smile devilishly. He shows me my arm, "and you say you're not the person we need." I look at my badly cut arm and see a small tattoo-like thing there. "I've never gotten a tattoo, there's no way that just appeared," I tell them. "Oh, there's a way, mutt. You're the person we're looking for, which means you'll see the alpha, and unless he decides otherwise, we'll kill you," he growls.
My eyes widen. They'll kill me? Sure, my family probably thinks I'm dead, and I'm already almost there. But, them saying it makes it so much more real.
"There must be some mistake, I don't know what that is. I don't know why you even brought me here! I know nothing!" I tell them. "Silence, mutt! The alpha will be here soon, and then you will die, so I'd save your breath for your last words," he snaps.
I quiet down, not wanting to be cut more than I already am, and pray the Alpha will have mercy on me.