CHAPTER 2

Warning: this chapter has sexual harassment. If you don’t want to read that then when it starts I will l put a —start— and when it stops —stop—.

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After cooking Mexican tonight I run up 5 flights of stairs to the cold attic. By the end I am panting and walk over and collapse on my bleached blankets.

Their bleached from the blood. The blood from beating after beating. I then heard an angry yell.

Uh-oh

No no no no

I hear someone storming up the stairs. A fear struck my heart. This is not happening. What did I do this time?

The trap door in my room opened up. I see Alpha Jade storm in looking pissed.

“YOU FUCKING BITCH! DID YOU THINK IT WAS FUN JUST COOKING MEXICAN WHEN YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN COOKING ITALIAN. HUH?”

He started to hit me.

“YOU JUST WASTED A TON OF FOOD!”

He kicked me repeatedly and a small scream came out. I don’t cry anymore though. Not after two years of this.

I don’t plead with them. I don’t pray to the goddess anymore because I know it won’t go away.

After ten or so minutes he straps me in the cuffs hanging me from the ceiling. Ya I forgot to say that this used to be a prison cell.

The room has no windows. The floor is a cold metal and the walls have hooks for weapons on them.

—start—

After I am all strung up he rips my shirt to shreds. He then unclips my bra. That’s when I let out a small whimper.

He unbuckles his pants and mine. I try to struggle away from him but it’s useless. He rips away my panties.

He thrusts into me and I cry out in pain. He doesn’t care though and nobody else does ether.

He starts rough and hard. I pant and moan in pain. He grunts and goes faster and faster till he reaches his climax. And cums inside of me.

I hate him. I hate alpha Jade so much. He makes me want to puke.

He then walks over to his pants and take off his belt and starts to hit me.

I scream in pain and that makes him laugh. Sicko. After twenty of so lashings he finally stops putting on his pants and belt and un cuffing me.

—stop—

I collapsed and he opens the trap door and walks out locking it. No dinner for me tonight.

I let a single tear fall from my eye before getting up to go to the bathroom.

Though my room is technically a cell it still has a bathroom luckily.

Sadly the shower only runs freezing cold water or scolding hot water.

I turn on the water to the cold setting and hop in. After washing the blood off my back. I look at every scar I have. There has to be hundreds of them.

Some from knives that were dipped in wolfsbane. Others from the belt. Others on the inside of my thighs.

I can’t wear shorts or flip flops or even t-shirts without my scars showing. Knowing people, they would ask where I got them. I wanted to avoid having that talk.

I get out of the shower and get into my ratty pjs.

I decided to go to bed. I crawled under my sheets and I stared up at the dark ceiling until I fell asleep.