MAID FOR THE RUTHLESS ALPHA

CHAPTER 5: CRIES OF AGONY

ARTHUR'S POV:

Thick thunderheads were piling up, the air had turned heavy. There was a blue-white flash of lightning and almost immediately the silence of the graveyard was cracked by a double rumble of thunder.

The cold air, although heavy and almost crippling, was comfort for me. It threw me back into the past and conjured memories that poked at my frozen heart.

There was a time when I looked forward to the rain, it always made Soraya scared, she would hold on to me till the storm calmed. It was fun for me, but not so much for her.

I stroked the stone that held the remains of my dead mate and once again I wished to see her one more time. To hold her close and let the soothing feeling of her arms wash over me, but he took that from me. The first fat spatters of rain hit me and as it poured in torrents. The cold water felt nice on my skin, a small smile played on my face before I wiped the moisture from my eyes.

The sky darkened further, casting shadows along the pathway that led to the grave. The wind started picking up speed and with every gust, it sent chills through my body. With a final look at the grave, I shifted my canine form and bounded away from the cemetery, running as fast as my paws could carry me through the heavy downpour.

Furious could barely describe the way I felt. How dare she lie to me? Stupid, that is what she is. I gave her the best options, I was more than fair. All I needed was the whereabouts of her father, and all of these could end, but that is no longer for her. If she wanted to cover up for him, then she shall pay in his place until she spilled.

Walking into the darkest part of my mansion, the side reserved for businesses such as this one. Ones that included blood, gore, screams, and torture. It was a place where the ones that were dragged into it never came out of it to tell the story.

Cracking the knots in my knuckles and neck, a sadistic smile painted my face at the thought of the wicked fun I was about to have. I would break Fiona until she gave me the information that I needed. Viktor Lockwood had nowhere else to hide and I would make sure both he and his household felt the implication of my wrath.

Pushing open the doors of the cell that held Fiona, I reveled in the shivers that ran through her frame at my presence. She had been strung to a beam in the ceiling, hands joined together holding her frame up, her feet just barely brushing the ground.

From my position at the door, I could see the pain and hurt that covered her features and it only made the wicked smile on my face grow. It was only the beginning.

“Fiona.”

I said, my voice low and menacing, filled with promises of pain and tears. Walking towards the torture table that was situated at the end of the room, fitted with my favorite toys. I picked the six-tailed horsewhip that sat curled in the middle of the table.

I took another step towards her, my boots loud against the concrete floor. Cracking the whip in the air, enjoying the whimpers that spilled from her lips.

“You have lied to me. You think you can fool me like that? Now I will ask you one more time, just one more time.” Emphasizing slowly on the last words. I could feel my voice rising in irritation as I spoke.

Her eyes remained on the floor, staring at an invisible thing that seemed interesting to her at that moment.

“Fiona, where is your father?” The low growl that accompanied those words was enough to get her attention back on me.

Fear danced in her eyes and from my spot a few meters from her, I could see her try to clench her hands.

“I don’t know where—“ Crack.

I swung the whip in her direction, enjoying the scream of pain that erupted from her lips as the leather of the whip kissed her skin. Without leaving space for her to breathe or recover from that hit, I delivered another and another.

One after the other, she screamed in agony as each whip struck the same exact spots on her body. The image of my mate being slaughtered danced infront of my mind and the more I hit, the worse it became.

Each scream caused her hands to shake even more and my maniacal grin to widen. By now, sweat started to form at her hairline and drip from her chin. Every whip that grazed her body left a mark. A dark red splotch formed on her chest and arms. Blood oozing out of the wounds and coating my shoes and handkerchiefs. My wolf howled in joy at the sight, at the feeling.

Her blood dripping from the whip as the whip itself was stained by her blood, sent a slither of satisfaction through my spine. I stopped for a moment, looking down at her. The hatred in my eyes matched the look of disgust on her own face as she looked back up at me.

With that, I whipped the whip once more at her body, the sound of it cutting across her skin echoed through the basement. Her screams becoming muffled by the whip as it tore across her flesh over and over again. She struggled against the chains that held her up, pulling on them like that could aid her in some sort of escape.

Unfortunately for her, it did nothing more than cause the metal links to dig deeper into her arms and legs. As she continued to tug futilely at the chains, tears ran down her cheeks and landed on the filthy cement floor. The tears made their mark on the floor as well. She let out a soft sob before falling silent. I watched her, waiting for the next outburst of screams, but none came again.

With a smirk etched onto my face, I raised my hand again, preparing myself for a strike. The whip connected with her cheekbone again. “You had an option to escape this pain, this imminent suffering and death, but you chose not to.”

I sneered at her and in a voice coarse raw by her screaming she replied.

“I swear I know nothing of his location, I have never met him.”

The anger in me bubbled to the top again and moving to the table I picked up the nine-tailed whip. Holding it in front of me. I stared at her and smiled wickedly as her eyes widened at the sight of the weapon in my possession. My smile faltered as she opened her mouth to say something but no words came out.

A low growl erupted from deep within my throat when she shut her mouth tight again. The sound reverberating off every stone in the basement. It echoed throughout the large building. Focusing on her, I watched as the color drained from her face and her lip quivered as she closed her mouth.

“You had your chance.” Swinging the whip I watched as the skin it hit, immediately broke and enjoyed the blood that spilled from it, down her naked form.

“You can’t hide him forever, Fiona.” I drawled out her name with contempt and loathing.

Letting the tension build before unleashing another barrage of strikes at her battered body. Watching as her screams echoed throughout the dungeon once more. Hit after hit, until finally, Fiona stopped moving altogether, her body still as her head hung limply. Blood dripped from her frame and a few droplets landed on my shoe, mixing themselves with the crimson that already coated the surface.

Slowly stepping forward, my gaze met Fiona’s lifeless brown eyes and I smiled cruelly at the sight. Slowly reaching out my hand, I grabbed ahold of her ponytail and yanked harshly at the base, eliciting a cry from her mouth.

I pulled the ponytail hard, her head jerking back and forth painfully as she attempted to pull away but the restraints prevented her from doing anything other than struggle in pain. My hold on her hair tightened slightly as she continued to try and free herself. Pulling on her hair again, Fiona cried out loudly at the sudden pain.

Letting go of her hair, I smirked once more at the pathetic way in which her head hung limply.

“So weak, so useless. So pathetic that I almost pity you. Almost. I do have mercy Fiona because I believe that I gave you a chance, a choice.”

I leaned closer until our faces were barely inches apart. My hand reaching up, I brushed my fingers through her hair and brought her face closer to mine.

“I have no more mercy for you, your father stole from me, he took a part of me that I would never be able to recover. And I’m about to do the same to him. Death would be the easy way out for you Fiona.”

I whispered menacingly, “But for him….it’ll be much much harder.”

The sickening feeling of dread flooded her system and caused her to tremble under my touch and fear filled her eyes even more when they met mine. I wanted to relish in the horror I saw in those green eyes but refrained from doing that, those eyes stirred up something deep within me, something I couldn’t exactly pinpoint or understand.

I stepped back, releasing her hair and wiping at my sleeve that had been stained with her blood.

Letting the whip fall from my hands, I walked towards the exit of the room. “This is only the beginning, sweetheart.”