Chapter Three- Torture Time

Luke POV

What the hell happened yesterday?

One moment I was trying to find out why she hasn’t eaten for the past few days unless I force fed her and the next my wolf was pleasuring her. I am so glad that I was able to take back control and get out of the situation before I went too far and ended up breaking her completely.

I only put Abbie in the dungeons because I was scared when I saw the state she was in. I followed her from the school to that cliff and saw that she was stepping off, when I grabbed her I over reacted and slapped her a few times to try to get her to come to her senses. But the look of loss and devastation stayed.

Looking back on it I should have taken her to the hospital, but I couldn’t. How could I explain that I followed her without it sounding like I am some sort of creep.

I thought maybe a few days away from everything would help, I gave her food and drink. I may not be able to cook but I tried, it looked terrible but I tried. But then she wouldn’t eat and I guess I got angry, thinking that she was doing it because she knew I cooked it and it was to hurt me.

But my wolf said something else last night. He said what if it is because she doesn’t want to live? Have I really pushed a pack member so far that she regrets living? That is a hard pill to swallow.

I know I should not have said those parting words to her, and ever since my wolf has been growling at me and angry with what I did and said. But I could not help myself, I don’t even know what came over me. I just saw her and then smelt her nectar and I was gone, so was my wolf. We lost our sanity for a while. Her moans were wonderful and filled us with joy. Until reality set in.

I was horrified by what I had done, and I wanted to lash out. Sadly, I lashed out at her and it was not until I found release that I realized just how far I had gone. I had taken a vulnerable pack member and made her even more vulnerable. And I will not be able to forgive myself for that.

But those words, they will haunt me until my dying day. I never should have said them, slave or not she is still a female and I had no right to imply that I was going to take her innocence.

Even I feel sick that I said those words, I regretted them as soon as I said them, but what could I do? I couldn’t turn around and apologize. But I will be setting her free today.

I will make sure she is ok, I will swear her to secrecy and then take her to the hospital and say that I found her like that. That I chased of the attacker but they were too fast, my priority being her.

Yeah, they should buy that. After all it sounds plausible.

It sounds pathetic, why not just be nice to her? My wolf asks angrily.

She is a slave, I cannot be nice to a slave but still. I regret what we did.

Me too. My wolf says sadly, he has also been feeling guilty ever since the attack.

Once I have freed her and got her to the hospital, I will be making sure to stay far a way from Abbie. I do not understand the sparks or what they mean, but I don’t want to hurt her again.

That said, she did give the best head so maybe I could seek her out once or twice. But only if she agrees next time, and not forced.

I never should have done that and I will repent to her for the rest of my life if needed. I just need her to understand that I did not mean it, something carnal came out last night and I couldn’t control it. Not even my wolf.

Unknow POV

No one knows that I have a hidden agenda within this pack, some see me as a cling on and others as an exploiter, but I do not care. I will finish what my daddy started. he worked hard to bring the Yugo nation to its knees, and I will be damned if I let that b***h bring hope to the nation.

My father could not believe it when he saw Joe and her turn up at our pack years ago, he knew right away who she really was even if no one else did. He kept the knowledge hidden but he told me on his death bed who she really was and what must be done about it.

Ever since then I have made it my mission to break that b***h. Joe was my original target but then we discovered that he had no claim to the thrown as he was her half-brother, but she has full claim. And she will be of age in four years when she comes of age.

But between her destiny and her is me and I am going to either break her or kill her. Either way she will not be a threat, instead I will step in and claim her place. Taking her life and then her heritage, that has been the plan all along.

I walk to the old entrance to the old dungeons where we hide her, this was our secret but I have shared this with another who hates her. He hates her almost as much as I do, but his reasoning is because he wants her. He wants her but cannot have her and this upsets him greatly. But today I will change that for him.

“You ready?” I ask my cousin who is standing in front of the door excited.

“You bet, are you sure though?” He asks.

“Of course.” I reply, fishing out the copy of the key I have.

I open the door and lead the way down to the dungeon and to the wretch’s cell.

The sound of whimpering fills my ears and makes me smile.

I walk into the cell and see that b***h lying there, is it time that b***h is taught a lesson. She thinks that she can get away from here, from me? From my plans with her? Hell no. I have come this far and I will not let that wretch ruin what I have done or what I have planned for her. No way, no how.

I know who and what she is, even is she herself does not. Why else would I make sure that b***h entered into a slave contract and that her life would be a living hell? She does not deserve to live, but I will make sure that she does and that she hates it.

Even if by some miracle she does get away, I know she can never be free. Especially with what I am going to do her today.

We walk into the cell and as soon as we do Abbie opens her eyes and fear grips her. Good, I want you to fear us.

Abbie tries to get up and run but the chain around her neck and ankle prevent her from going far and my cousin grabs them and yanks them. This causes Abbie to go stumbling back and into his arms.

I move out of the cell and grab a poker that is lying next to the lit fire, the only source of heating in this place. Luke must care somewhat for Abbie to have lit it himself and this ingrate continues to defy him.

I put the poker into the fire and wait a few moments until the poker is nice and hot.

I then walk into the cell and smirk at my cousin who has pinned Abbie down to the ground.

“Please, don’t please I beg you.” The wretch screams as she sees me coming at her with the poker but her pleas fall on deaf ears.

“You deserve this.” I growl.

“I don’t know what I am supposed to have done, but I am sorry.” She cries.

“It is what you are and this is what you deserve.” I shout as I shove the hot iron on her arm, burning and disfiguring her whole arm.

Her screams are like music to my ears, and I know these scars will be permanent.

I take my times pressing the iron to different parts of the arm. This will be my focus today but later on I will move on to other areas until I have covered her in brands, making it so no one will ever want her and breaking her.

“Your turn cousin.” I say once I have had my fill, enjoying the screams coming from her mouth.

Some may call me nasty and evil, but you do not know the past. You have no idea what her ancestors have done to mine, and it is down to me to right that terrible wrong.

I take a step back and walk over to the stool in the corner of the cell.

I watch as my cousin steps up and forces the b***h to kiss him, he feels her up and I know he wants to make her his. And who am I to stop him?

“Have at her cousin.” I say, sitting in the corner and enjoying the screams of the wretched girl.