Plink Drip. Plink Drip. Plink Drip. Plink Drip.
“Ugh.” What is that sound? And why does my head hurt so badly? Where am 1? I try to open my eyes, but they feel like they are being weighed down
by something. I move my eyeballs around behind my eyelids really slowly and then try opening again. This time I get light through just a sliver of an
opening in my eyelids, but everything is fuzzy. I blink some more willing something to come into focus.
Plink Drip. Plink Drip. Plink Drip. Plink Drip.
I squeeze my eyes shut, which actually hurts, then crack them open again and get enough body awareness to shift my head toward the sound that is
like nails on a chalkboard in this otherwise silent space. Finally I can see it. One of the faucets in the communal showers is dripping, I’m still in the
locker room. Why was I in the locker room? The obnoxious sound is coming from the water hitting the metal soap shelf and then the drain and
sending chills up my spine. I slowly move my head back forward, why am I so slow and groggy? Even thinking is hard. I don’t think I am standing, but
I don’t think I’m on the floor either. Huh.
I can’t see and I don’t think I can move, what can I do? I can smell, maybe. I try to inhale. “Umph, uhh.”
Sh*t that hurts. My chest is on fire now, for sure broken ribs. I try again more slowly this time, expecting the pain. Blood. All 1 smell is blood. My blood
to be exact, and a lot of it. What the f*ck is going on?
“It’s about time you stupid weak b*tch. It took far too long for you to come out of that. You weren’t even hit that hard or given that much sedative.” A
flash of light goes off near me and makes me flinch. I didn’t realize there was anyone here with me. I wonder if my nose is broken, maybe that’s why I
can only smell my own blood.
Kaley. This cannot be good. I do a physical check while she yammers on about me being weak and useless. Nothing original in her string of insults. I
can’t move my toes, but I think I can feel them. My knees hurt which unfortunately is a good and bad sign, I have some sort of use of my legs, but not
much. I can’t tell if my shirt is wet or if I am bleeding, maybe both, but something is for sure not right on my torso and I can’t feel my fingers and my
shoulders are burning. Probably from being tied up or dragged around, but I don’t have the body control to even look at myself yet. This may be
worse than the whipping from a year ago.
I try to say something, but it feels like someone dumped a bucket of sand into my mouth and throat and as I flex the muscles in my face I know there
must be some spectacular bruising and broken bones.
“Don’t bother with your smart*ss remarks. I’m just here to tell you to stay away from the twins, permanently. They are mine and I will not have you
getting in the way any longer.” A kick to my stomach makes me choke on the little air I can take in. 1 am for sure not laying down. “Stop annoying
them.” Kick to my side. “Stop distracting them.” Kick to my other side. At least two people are helping her. “And stop trying to force yourself on them.”
Slap. A warm sensation flows down my lips. “They. Are. Mine.” I try to focus on where I hear her voice. She isn’t close enough to be the one inflicting
my torture. Punch.
This one right across my face including the broken cheekbone. I think lost a tooth with that one.
“UGH! Watch where you are flicking her nasty skank blood. I have to be presentable for Cameron and Dakota at the mating ball. I’m tired of you
getting attention you don’t deserve.” Punch. “Having access and time with the Alpha and Luna that should be mine.” Kick. “You should not be the
favorite, you worthless spare beta, I should be. They are all just taking pity on you since not even your dad wants you.” Slap. “Get it through your
head now. I. Will. Be.
Luna. And there’s nothing you can do to stop me.” A sharp pain pierces my thigh. I felt it again and again in both legs and then dragged up my arms. I
can barely breathe, I can’t scream, the searing pain is so bad I want to throw up, just like when… When she used the silver powder on me. Oh sh*t,
she’s going to really kill me this time.
