Slave To The Alpha

VIOLET

Everything hurts. So, it means I am still unfortunately alive.

Pain is the indication of the unwanted life. Always.I force myself to blink my eyes open. The pain becomes intense. It’s like a chunk of flesh was ripped off my shoulder when that werewolf lunged at me and I was thrown on the hard ground, my head hitting the stones with full force.

Brutal. It’s the usual brutal treatment werewolves are used to giving humans.

It will be an absolute lie if I do say that I am used to pain now. Pain is the only thing you can never get used to. If affects you the same even after years.

My nose flares when I pick up the heavy smell of blood, sweat and urine in the air. My eyes blink rapidly, trying to adjust in the little to no light in the dark dungeon.

There is blood everywhere. And there are bodies piled upon bodies, beside me. Some alive.

Most dead. And a few dying.The word personal space or respect to the dead is a joke here. Everyone is thrown over each other, their clothes gone just like their other belongings. Blood drips from everyone's body

Just like mine.

I, too can feel that the surface under me is awfully...fleshy. It’s not hard as a ground, like it’s supposed to be.

I am cruelly and helplessly lying over another human body. This thought alone is enough to make me feel some energy in my body - just enough to help me get away from on top of the poor human crushed under me.

“Do - Don’t move. P - please... * Hearing the plead of the one under me, I pause and go still.

“ Are you hurt? * Such an unnecessary question. I guess it’s just my human instinct to ask such questions.

“I - I think my bones are broken...It hurts more when you m - move.” The young voice chokes in reply.

I can feel some hot liquid getting poured over my arm and I can tell it’s her blood.I look to my right and catch the sight of a girl lying beside me. She is bleeding too. Now, I can say that her blood is smearing over me too.I stay unmoving - too afraid to move and ending up hurting the girl under me.

My eyes stay fixed at the young face beside me. She is blinking lazily. Her eyes seem hazy like she is not even here or not even conscious.

I know the look.

My eyes trail down her naked body, stopping at the sight of gashes under her left breast.

marks they are. Horrendous and

She is dying.

can move now. ” The voice sounds from under me and I don’t waste a

getting away

pile of bodies, I hardly manage to find a corner to myself. A

my right side. I could tell she was only fifteen something. Too young to live such horrors and too young to die such a

in pain. She must be in a lot of pain - I can only think about it and relish in the feel of my own pain

my eyes, I gulp and

asking me to find a way to run away like he always taught me before?Who was this monster nicknamed Wolf

know, but more than all of this,

and

distracting me from the pain

scrapping against ground and

eyes shoot open, going straight to my left where

That’s my first

then, I

human yet there is something about them that is so different, it’s

the

such a sight before them. Only monsters are capable of such a terrible

are turned on in the dungeon, but I don’t dare look at anything or

keep my eyes fixed at the three tall men in the

two has chocolate coloured eyes, filled with menace that I can sense from so far away. His hair are the same colour as his eyes. His nose is a little crooked and his skin is

with no expressions on his face. He looks unbothered by all of this. His features match the one in centre, almost making me think that they are related in

one - the one on the left side has grey eyes and black hair. He has a

the chocolate eyed

and my eyes

him staring right at me. There is no smile or smirk on his lips now - something grim is swirling

Everyone alive...walk out of the dungeon and make a row outside. We are going to dispose

in the centre and get

do everything they ask of me. That’s the only way

door, keeping my head down and avoiding looking at all

get to the door, the man in the centre grabs my arm