An Alpha's Love

Chapter Six : Tall, Dark and Creepy

You know that odd feeling you get when your just abut to wake up? It's almost like your floating halfway between awake and asleep. You can't move or speak, the most you can do is feel and listen. Sleeping is like that for me, only I know I'm not awake, I am instead trapped in a memory. It takes only a moment for the pieces to click and my brain realizes what's happening but it is already too late.

A sickening familiar laugh sounds nearby just before pain explodes ac ross my face. Large meaty fingers paw at the clothing covering my bruised body as I lay prone, unable to escape. Everything inside of me is screaming to run, to escape before it's too late.

I feel my back sliding abainst a cold metal surface and chains wrap around my wrists and ankles, preventing my already impossible movements.

"Lets play a little before the realy fun begins, shall we?" The all too familiar voice asks and I feel the sharp tip of his favorite tool, his hunting knife, drag along the surface of my skin from my ear down to my belly button.

'NO! NO! LET ME GO!' I scream but no sound is made, nothing comes out of my mouth.

"Where do we start, hmm?" He asks and I panic, knowing exactly what is coming next.

White hot painflashes across my side as he drags the blade across my skin hard enough to make a shallow cut. It takes only seconds for me to feel the warmth of my blood  as it leaks from the wound.

I hear him moan near my ear before he says, "Such a pretty color. You'll certainly be a masterpiece by the time I'm done with you."

My stomach rolls as I feel something warm and wet lap at the wound seconds before several more small cuts are made along my rip cage. As the cuts at being made I feel a rough calloused hand drag down my chest, smearing my blood and his fingers hook into the top of my pants.

"This is going to be fun." He laughs.

I jerk awake, gagging as my stomach rolls inside of me trying to force my dinner up. I quickly grab the trash bin from beside my bed and brace my self as the contents of my stomach make themselves known. The harsh burn of the stomach acid makes my nose and eyes water as I focus on trying to regulate my breathing.

Eventually the vomiting turns to dry heaving and I set the basket down slowly, being sure it doesn't drop or spill because cleaning that up is the last thing I need right now. I wipe the moisture that had brimmed in my eyes away and groaned as my muscles protested at the movement.

My hand moves of it own accord to my side where several ridged bumps lay, parallel to my ribs, forever marking my skin like a brand to remind me that it wasn't really a dream, but instead a nightmare that I had actually lived through.

"No one will ever want you now. You're mine. These make you mine." His words echo through my ears as I keep tracing the scars he had marked my body with.

"I'm not yours." I whispered, forcing my hand away from my damaged body.

Though the marks have healed and the only evidence of my time in that hell are the scars he left behind, the pain is still there. It comes back with a vengeance after every nightmare, like an echo to remind me of what will happen if I let him find me again.

"This is going to be fun."

"Damn it!" I groan and force myself up, knowing that if I stay still my mind will only drag me back into a place that I don't want to be.

I glance at my alarm and huff in annoyance when I see it only reads six in the morning. It would still be a few hours before Michie would wake up and then a couple hours later we would need to leave for the party.