His Prisoner

Chapter 3

"63"

"64"

Pain and fear washed over me, quickly traumatizing me when the whip successfully collapsed on my wounded back, I jumped in pain as my spine crumbled beneath the thin layers of my skin. An agonizing sting passed down my back, slowly gripping my limbs and manipulating my body with endless needles of pain.

Every fibre of my body is screaming in excruciating pain, sloppy tears emphatically spill out of my eyes as I stretch my slender, fragile fingers to the silver shackles, grabbing them with such ferocity so the unbearable pain erupting in my body has decreased to an extend.

Thin drops of sweat leisurely trickled down my back creating a new sting around my fresh cuts.

Awaiting for the next lash, I tightly closed my eyes as the sudden fear slowly started to sallow me.

A shiver ran down my spine when I heard a vicious swoosh cracking across the air but before the unbearable, venomous whips grasped my back he spoke.

"Stop." He said, that once sweet voice sounded more mature and rough..just like himself.

"But thirty-six more lashes are left." the pervert who had be continually whipping me whined.

I wasn't alone instead the same group of men's I had encountered earlier with were now laughing and hooting at every single lash I was given.

"We can continue with the punishment tomorrow. Now, everyone leave." He said, his voice indicated no emotion or sympathy for me. And here I thought, people change but I forget the part where monsters don't have a heart.

Was I that deep in his love...

I let out a sigh in relief when I heard the tormentors leaving the dark room I was still chained too. My muscles, that were drained out as a result of this unendurable punishment, currently sore and relived however they suddenly tensed up when I heard footsteps stomping towards me.

I straightened my delicate back as blood violently gushed out of my fresh wounds. Never had I a punishment of hundred whippings, most of them would range from 10-20 no more because that would lead to something wild.

A craving glittered in my eyes, my lips curved up into a restless smile of hope, my hands and legs made small, precise movements while I gazed at him. Silently begging him to touch me, to heal me, to cherish me, to kiss me.

All these years I desired for him, only him.

He kneeled down to me, for a second we stared deeply at each other, wanting to know each others dark, deep secrets but also forming an unbreakable bond through our mortal connection but his wolf doesn't let us. He ripped his eyes away from mines but I don't dare to make a single move instead I inspect how handsome he had got in these all years.

His young face was blur in my head and before it could completely vanish away he came back.

Remembering the exact day when he yelled at the security guards for having beards while he held a smooth, clear face and now he looked completely divergent, unrecognisable and alluring. His sharp, prominent jaw perfectly had an amount of facial hair. His sea-blue, dilated eyes had hunger for power, anger for blood and fear from the undetermined future.

His body, muscular, bold and sculpted like always. His short hair still soft as bunny, my hands yearning to touch his hair and run my fingers across his sharp beard. I couldn't control anymore, I needed to touch him for once but these chains restrained me, resisting the urge.

A steel look appeared on his stern face, he fought another battle inside when he reached out to touch my cheeks, concealing his anger but his fingers flicked back doubtfully and instead he just tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear.

"You look different." He said, his deep voice quivered with annoyance, finally breaking the awkward silence.

He awaited for the response but I didn't speak, I wasn't allowed to.

"You can speak." He ordered but quickly lowered his voice when he took notice of my continuous flinches. I slid my bottom lip in my sloppy mouth, I started to chew my lips which were formally bruised and bloodied.

A strange question roamed around my head however I was to afraid to ask him, just when I open my mouth a flash of his punishment appeared in my mind once again, I shuddered but he motioned me to question his presence.

Without curiosity I go ahead and ask. "Why are you back?" My words come out hopelessly and I stared at him defeatedly, his eyes flicked away from mine and I could clearly see that he doesn't likes my question either way I patiently wait for his deplorable answer.

'Even after thousand years I will never come back. You will suffer all alone, your marks will never heal and once the time comes you will be killed in the worst way.' he words repeated in my mind like a recorder pressed on repeat. For twelve long, sorrowful years he had me wrapped around his curse, but not anymore.

"The pack members were not training properly and that's why I came back but I will be going away soon so don't get your hopes high." He replied, brushing his brown hair away from his face. He was blankly lying, I knew it, his words had poisonous lying venom dripping from it.

The men's in the pack were trained the most unpleasant way, their trainings were extend to the extreme level last month and it showed that he was lying to me.

"Lair! I know you here because of me." I yelled furiously. My hands were now completely sore from the silver chains, grabbing one of them with rage I glared at the man in front of me.

"You dream to much." He laughed, shaking his head pitifully.

"And you keep destroying them." I roared.

"You are still tied up so better watch that tone unless you desire to be punished again. Perhaps this time with a belt." He snickered, a successful smile appeared on his face when I put my head down submissively.

Satisfied, he gently pats my head like a dog. Tears poured out of my eyes as pain riochets through my body. I can't take it anymore...why can't he see that I am tired of struggling with these bloody lies.

"I have heard you nearly killed two maids." A husky whisper echoed in my ear, I shiver as he places his hand on my chin, slowly lifting it and slightly moving my face to him.

He wrenched me and I leapt forward, the shackles just went deeper in my blemished skin.

"Haven't you been a bad girl?" He said, giving me a light slap on my cheeks.

"They burned my arms with hot cooking oil." I bawled, gritting my teeth's together. He lips straightened up in a thin line as he was left dumbfounded by my repulsive words.

Erik curled his fingers into a tight fist, his eyes swap from different colors and before I knew he was ripping the chains from my wrist. Considering the fact he looked damn scary, I couldn't help but glare at his every single movement which slowly started to shock me.

Does the big bad monster actually cares for me?

Just once the ropes are pulled off, I placed my hand on my thighs, wincing in pain when a few nerves get stretched out. The numb feeling remained alive and rather than going away it starts to embrace my sensitive skin.

My movements were slow, precise and carefully I tried to get up from the cold, lumpy ground, I might not see but I can definitely feel the amount of blood dripping down from my wounded back. But before I could even put my knee in the air, I was quickly yanked up by my forearm.

Pain shoots up my spine, I wince from the sudden, gut-wrenching movement. He doesn't stops neither ease up on my wounds instead he drags me out from the torture room.

"Ahh, please stop." I whimper but it comes out like a desperate request.

My warm, bitter blood collected around his palms as he continued to dig his sharp, pointed claws deep inside my wrist while dragging me out of the dungeon.

The immediate contact of bright lights blinded me, I squint my eyes shut and just move around with the force. The chattering of three females ringed in my ears one by one, I instantly opened my eyes to see Irene, Paige and another maid I had never seen around.

They all stare at my bloody body with awe.

"Stop staring or I'll cut your eye balls out." My voice shrieked out with rage however I was coercively pulled back by two strong, rough hands. I gawked at Erik who looked angrier than usual. After seeing his fists balled and his jaw clenched, I jumped away from the monster taking over.

"Did you hurt her without my permission?" He questioned, not believing in my authentic words. Both of my torturer's looked at each other and gulped before say the bitter truth.

I can't even record the times these two women's have hit or beat me to pulp.

"Yes but she-"

"No buts. Both of you in the dungeon." He ordered. Color drained off from their faces and their bodies froze in fear of being punished however they didn't move and that only made erik more infuriated.

"Don't test my patience." He growled, irritated with their childish behaviour. Another loud, ear-piercing growl escaped from his chest and they both, without any questions, ran to the dungeon.

I laughed.

Finally someone in this castle gets a punishment or else the guards are only standing, waiting at the dungeon for me.

These two women's were the only ones who had recommended Jackson their brutal way to torture me but Jackson never listened to them because he knew I was innocent.

"Don't be happy because you are getting worst than that." Erik said, violently grabbing my hair and tugging me forward. A small gasp escapes from my throat but its merged with a hiccup.

"Adam-the person who punished you today is the one in charge for all of your punishments. With or without doing anything you will get 30 whippings everyday before sunrise and you will not even tell a single soul about this." He whispered in my ear so I could take in all the word he diffused.

In reply, I nodded not wanting to tempt him by shaking my head to scream no...I could take anything for him.

"Great! You can go now." He demanded, setting my nest-hair and my bloodied wrist free. Not even wasting a second more standing next to the monster, I ran away but once again his voice froze me on my steps

"If you know anything about your mother. You will come to me at any cause and don't you dare lie to me because then I will have to kill you with her." His harsh words stabbing me from the inside.

What did she ever do?