Chapter 14

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Janessa's P.O.V

4 weeks later...

In these 4 torturous weeks I've come to terms that Jensen won't be able to rescue me. I can't depend on him to save me, the only person I can depend on is myself. Asking Jensen to find me is like asking him to find a needle in a haystack. The man who kidnapped me was a very skilled warlock. He was able to escape with me almost with no trouble. He left no scent behind making it almost impossible for them to find me. I also imagine my father is looking for me. Since my father is an alpha of my old pack I bet he's rounded up the warriors to help Jensen. I'm not sure but I'm taking a wild guess that finding me has been unsuccessful.(Sarcasm)

From day one it's been a nightmare. My back and stomach are covered with bloody lashes. My stomach is getting smaller and smaller. The first week I arrived here I wasn't given any water or food. No one came to visit me the first week, I was alone. It was only the week after when someone came with food. It was my "brother" who was carrying the tray of food. From that day on we started to have these "sessions". During these sessions he would ask me question like how many guards are guarding Jensen's room? Where is Jensen's room? Are there any secret entrances? What is Jensen's schedule? And because I never answered any of the questions I was whipped, kicked, or beaten. He's becoming much more aggressive and abusive with me. I'm worried there won't be much left of me by the time I escape here. I know the answer to almost every question he ask but I refuse to give him anything. I think he wants to kill Jensen and take over the kingdom. I just don't know what he plans to do after.

I remember when I first got here I was literally thrown into this cell. It was was pitch black so I had gotten on my knees feeling my way around. The only thing I had found was a toilet in the corner but other than that there was nothing else.  All I could do was hug my knees to my chest.

Over time I start to feel more and more helpless. I'm dirty, and I'm scared because I know the beatings are only going to get worse. And because I'm not receiving much food I'm becoming weaker and weaker. I don't how I'm going to get out of this situation.

All I ever do is think. That's really the only thing I can do. Which is what I'm currently doing right now. Until I hear...


I immediately go to the corner and wait silently listening to what's happening outside of my cell. I hear another gunshot go off except this time closer and louder. I hear shouting, it sounds like Eric's voice (her brother).


Another gunshot goes off.


I'm guessing he killed three guys. I'm crossing my fingers hoping we don't have a session today because if we do he'll put all his anger into whipping me.

I get up from my spot and make my way to the door to see if I can make anything out. All I can hear his harsh breathing coming from the other side. I slowly and quietly go back to the corner and sit down. The harsh breathing is Eric. He's probably checking up on me. I don't want to give him any reason to come inside so I stay still and quiet.

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