🚨⚠️!!!TW FOR CHAPTER!!!⚠️🚨
This chapter includes threats of violence and sexual assault, on-page violence, as well as assaults of a sexual nature (no rape, though). I, unfortunately, have no alternative to offer those who are triggered by this, but if you are easily triggered, just be mindful of yourself and your limits!!
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The first place I felt the pain was in my head. The rest of my body followed after. Pain in every vein, atom, and cell. It felt like I was on fire.
Against my better judgment, I whined and tried to move. Duct tape dug painfully into my wrists. My neck felt like it was going to snap.
"Well well," the voice was cold and clammy, nothing like you'd expect with the otherwise warm southern drawl that laced through the syllables. "Alpha bitch boy's bitch. Who would've thought you were so easy to get a hold of, huh?" A sharp tug at my hair forced my head upwards. I sobbed as the pain moved through my neck. The eyes that met mine were dull. Entirely lifeless, like a corpse's. No emotions hinted between the irises. There was nothing human in those eyes, no glimpse of life or light. Just a cold void.
"Allen..." I whispered. His name was the first thing on my mind. I wasn't religious. I had no god to plead to for salvation. Just Allen.
The corners of the empty voids crinkled up as a cold smile spread on Alpha Charles' face. "Awe, calling it for your little bitchy loverboy, huh? Like a bitch in heat." He chuckled.
There was a very distinct linguistic difference between the term 'werewolf' and 'human', of course. It's necessary to be able to tell apart the two things in our society, especially one as clearly divided as what was the case. But still, the term or descriptor of 'human' was still used, either as a broad reference to a large 'mixed' group so to speak, or as the more civilized and logical side of a wolf, their, well, 'human side'.
There was no human side to the man in front of me. He was all wolf; an animal with no sense of morality or regret. He could kill and feel nothing about it. It was so clear that even I, idiot extraordinaire, could pick up on it within seconds, so no doubt everyone else did too, and acted accordingly around him.
Which is probably why he looked so utterly shocked when I said, "Overusing that word a bit, aren't we?"
He gripped my hair tighter. I had to swallow a sob tearing against my sore throat. "What did you say, you little ugly ass..." he trailed off and growled, looking at me.
Well, I was right, anyway. He didn't seem to know any other words. "Need a thesaurus, Mr. Big Bad Wolf?"
Snorts, grunts and a chuckle sounded from around us. I couldn't find the energy to look, but clearly we were not the only people in the room. The alpha growled at me, but said nothing. Before I could reach, I could feel a slimy substance suddenly hit my eye and begin to run down my cheek. The spit lump moved slowly down, and I pressed my lips together as it approached the corner of my mouth.
A terrible glint of excitement passed through the otherwise lifeless eyes. His rough, large hand moved up, his thumb and middle finger pressed against the place where jaw linked into my skull, forcing my mouth open. Before I could do anything, a lump of warm, bitter spit landed on my tongue. I gagged as loud as I could, quickly scraping my tongue against the outside of my teeth to get the disgusting tobacco-tasting saliva off of my tastebuds.
"Like tasting my liquids, huh, little whore? You can get a lot more of that. I'm sure Little Alpha goodie-two-shoes wouldn't mind sharing his precious little moon-mate, right?" his hot breath blew into my face as he spoke.
I met his eyes, gathering any courage I possibly could. "Allen... will... fuck. You. Up... when he... when he finds you."
He chuckled. "Oh, that's where you're wrong, human. Because your little alpha boy won't do anything to me as long as I have you. He'll let me do whatever I damn please, as long as I deliver your back with your fuck-bits intacts to he can pump you full of his little tender-hearted copies."
His hand tightened around my hair. "Allen cares about me." I said. "I'm more to him than just breeding stock."
"Are you now? Well, then, I'm sure he won't mind that you're a little worn out in those parts, will he now?" He chuckled darkly, throwing me down onto the floor. I whined and curled up as much as possible on the concrete floor. It felt like my spine shattered a little.
Through blurry vision, I looked around the large room. Concrete Walls, dust in the air and dirty windows, some shattered and others boarded up. It looked like some old storage facility.
"Come on now, on your back, whore, legs spread." The voice rang against the walls.
I gritted my teeth, pushing down the panic pumping through my veins. A ringing sounded in my ears. I didn't move. "I would... rather... die," I gasped.
He pulled me up to a sitting position by my hair. "You be careful, or I might just take you up on the offer." He said, and then dropped me to the ground once again. He turned around, to the other men in the room. "Get a camera out- I'm sure Alpha Lovey-Puppy will love to get a little video greeting from his pretty little mate, uh?"
I heard laughter resonating against the walls, and watched as the flashes of phone cameras lit up the wall I was looking at as the lenses were turned to me. Every beat of my heart resonated through every vein, panic making my pulse thump under my skin all the way out to my finger- and toe tips. I crossed my legs the best I could as I heard Alpha Charles walking behind me, only being able to see his shoes and the legs of his jeans when he walked past me.
"What do you say, boys, anyone got any suggestions how we can give our little guest a warm welcome?" Alpha Charles yelled into the room, loud enough to be sure that the crabby phone microphones could pick up on the sound.
I breathed as deeply as I could, listening as he walked around. Suggestions were yelled out by the other men in the room in response to his question. Each grimmer than the last, they made my blood run cold.
Alpha Charles laughed loudly, speaking to the camera at one particularly disgusting suggestion- without going into too many details, it involved making sure that I would never be able to hold in my stool again. "Alright, alright, I think we're getting a little ahead of ourselves here, gentlemen. Whattya say that we first help our guest take off her jacket, huh?"
Suddenly the Alpha was on his knees behind me, I felt him grip at the sweater that Allen had given me in the hospital, since I hated the hospital gowns. From the top of my neck I heard metal slicing through the fabric.
A scorching sharp pain made me arch my back and screech as the knife he used to cut my shirt pierced the skin along my back. To answer my pained cry, laughter sounded in the room. The pain was repeated, harder this time - no accident. A louder scream left me.
The tears moved down my cheeks as the pain as the loud laughter kept going around me. "Thats right, bitch," said Alpha Charles, the tip of the knife making me curl up as it touched a nerve along my spine at the small of my back. "Keep it up. Smile for the camera."
My nostrils flared with my ragged breaths. "Well, it needs something nice to film," I said as loudly as possible. If the fucker was going to try to humiliate me to terrify Allen, then I was going to try to humiliate this fucker. Allen would need it; need to see that I was staying strong. He'd need my strength to keep up his own.
The last bit of my shirt was cut up and removed. I grit my teeth. Due to my difficulty breathing, I'd chosen not to wear a bra.
"Well well well, isn't that something!" The Alpha chuckled, ripping me around so I was on my back, my breasts in full view of the camera. "I suddenly see why Little Alpha Bitch Boy likes you so much- these are quite pretty, aren't they, huh guys?!" he asked to the men behind the cameras. I turned my head, seeing all the phone flashes blinding me. I looked up at the Alpha, his otherwise... regular looking face pulled into a grim, scary smile.
His hands were on me then, his rough, clammy fingers digging into the flesh of my breast. I kept my face neutral, staring up at the ceiling. It was graffitied with tags and swear words. An abandoned place then.
When he didn't get the desired reaction from his fingers diging hard enough into my flesh to bruise, he turned to something more lowly. He sat down on top of my stomach, his fingers moved down, his dirtied nails digging into my areolas and twisting around my nipples. I breathed hard and fast through my nose, not letting another sound escape.
He grinned at my reaction, one of his hands moving away from my nipple and down to his belt. I averted my eyes immediately. I didn't want to see what he was about to do. Didn't want to feel it.
I was doomed to hear it though. The sound of the belt unbuckling. And then I heard a zipper being pulled down. The weight of the Alpha was lifted off me for a second, then moved up. the wind was knocked out of me, both from the weight as he landed further up on my stomach, close to my sternum, and at the feeling of his bare skin against mine. His disgusting ass and... I grit my teeth.
And then, as he continued to pinch my nipple as hard as hi fingertips would allow, so hard my nipples began feeling wet- probably from blood- I heard the sound of flapping skin that made me want to throw up. I tried to force it. If I was lucky, the vomit would turn him off. If I was unlucky, it would do the opposite. And this dude was sick enough that I wouldn't risk it.
His ragged disgusting breath sounded, occasionally interrupted by a little maniacal laugh. He laid his member against my skin, rubbing his hand along the top of it so I could feel it moving back and forth along my skin. I grit my teeth harder, clenching my eyes shut and trying to think about anything else; playing a song in my head. It wasn't enough. Ignoring wasn't enough. I needed to move my attention elsewhere.
I opened my eyes again, looking around to avoid looking at it. I tried to look at the walls, at the black mold climbing along the cracks, the water damage.... the boxes thrown randomly around the room. A stack of unfolded boxes leaning against the wall. I narrowed my eyes. The mascot of the logo on the box was a bee. Smiling. It reminded me of when my parent had met Allen's, how Ito remind myself to beeee happy.
Surrounding the bee were words. I shifted and moved, trying to get a better look. Alpha Psycho laughed on top of me, probably thinking that I was doing so to try to get away- which, I suppose, I was.
Mr & Mrs Hummer Honey - family owned, locally sourced
ESTD 1968 - High Level, Alberta
A hope warmed in my chest. And then something warm was one my chest. The quick bit of joy was ruined as I felt Alpha Psycho's disgusting sperm running out onto my breasts. Vomit appeared in my mouth, only getting worse as the Alpha laughed, his hands spreading it around my chest. I turned my face away when his cum-covered hands began running over my face, pressing against my lips. Through grit teeth, I said, "Get your fingers out of my mouth, or I'll bite them the fuck off."
"You're a feisty little one, aren't you, Paige?" The way his tongue licked around my name, leaving dropping saliva and his hot breath running down along the syllables made me retch. He chuckled, leaning down close and removing his hands from my lips, thankfully. "What do you say, whore, want to try what it's like getting your cunt bruised deep by a real Alpha? Get filled up with my seed and learn how it feels to be fucked by a real man?"
Where my sudden courage came from, I have no idea. "Oh, can you get your dad here? That sounds great. Maybe I can give him a son he'll actually love!" I once again made sure to say it loud enough for the camera. If Allen saw this... god, I couldn't imagine his reaction, how hurt and worried and upset he'd be...
I had no more time to think before a blow so hard that my face went nearly numb. I screamed - I couldn't help it. Each blow came after the next, the Alpha above me only grunting and breathing ting through his teeth. I whined and screeched with each blow against my face- felt it as my lip split open, and a tooth cracked in my lower jaw. I felt my nose break. I kicked my legs to get away, but he didn't stop. He kept going and going for what seemed like forever.
When he finally did stop, his knuckles were bruised and covered in blood; whether it was more his or mine I'd rather not think about. He pushed himself off of me, getting up and buckling his pants, spitting at me when he got up. I gasped the air through my mouth, since my nose was already too swollen to let in any air. He tugged at my hair then, dragging me along the floor and throwing me onto a pile of the unfolded cardboard boxes laid out in the corner of the room. The cardboard and wall was wet.
He spit on me again, taking one of the phones from one of his minions, putting it all the way up into my face, the flash blinding me. "Well, Bitch, got anything to say to your sweet little Allen? Your dearest Hero Alpha?"
I tried to look at the flash, before moving down my eyes. I couldn't make it too obvious. "Allen..." my voice was choked. And then I mouthed, trying to keep it clear but not too obvious; Mr & Mrs Hummer Honey. "I... please..." family owned, locally sourced. "I trust you..." E-S-T-D 1-9-6-8 "...get me back" High Level, Alberta. "I love you." I whispered at last. If I was lucky, Allen would see the video. Or someone would- anyone. With enough clearness in their mind to recognize that the movement of my lips had not been senseless quivering, but a message.
Alpha Psycho moved the phone away from my face when he saw that I wasn't going to say more, and began saying something into the camera himself. I didn't have the energy to listen to what he was saying. I laid my head backwards, letting my airway have the easiest time to breathe. Whatever they did to me now... if someone just could see the movement of my lips, could read the silent syllables... I could last through whatever these monsters did. As long as I'd end back in Allen's arms, to be able to process it.
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Does this chapter bear a little trace of my personal disdain for certain crazy-ass woman-hating politicians in various states in the southern states in the US?
Anywho, I hope everyone is alright mentally after this. I had no intention of causing any excess distress to you guys.
Also, I've been having some issues with transphobes in my comments. If you catch them, go report their profiles for hate speech, please and thanks <3
Exams are all over the place atm, so I'm writing in splotches. Doing my best!!!
A question for you: Any bonus chapter, or even new story. If you had full control of me as a writer, what would you have me write?
^!!this is just a question asked out of curiosity, this is not me taking requests!!^
Fact about me: Uh, to be honest, lately I've been feeling a bit more ambiguous about my whole... gender... thing. I always figured that no one ever actually paid any mind or felt any connection to their gender at all. Turns out most people think of themselves as a 'man' or a 'woman', and I just... never have. I don't feel much of a strong connection to the gender I was assigned at birth, but I don't necessarily don't like it. I, yeah, there's no connection or conscious thought tied to it. Idk.