Chapter 2: You Can't Break Me, Lucius!
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Seraphina's POV
The sound seemed to get lost in the cold, unforgiving air, swallowed by the darkness that surrounded me. But there was no divine intervention to save me from the torment that awaited.
The man who looked like the leader of the group, Lucius, had introduced himself to me as the ‘Alpha’. ‘Alpha of what’?, some sick folks that kidnapped me from my little life at Riverside. He regarded me with a twisted smile, his eyes glinting with a malevolent gleam. The pack members surrounded me, their eyes filled with cruel anticipation. I could sense the hunger in their gaze, the thrill they derived from my agony.
One of them stepped forward, his hands gripping a length of thick, coarse rope. He approached me with slow, deliberate steps, a predator closing in on its prey. He bound my wrists tightly, the rough fibers cutting into my flesh, leaving painful indentations.
Lucius watched with a disturbing intensity, his lips curling into a malicious grin. "Tell us, little one," he taunted. "Tell us everything you know about the outside world. We've been watching you, observing your every move. Don't think you can hide anything from us."
My heart sank as the realization washed over me. They had been spying on me, tracking my every move, infiltrating my little life at Riverside. The fear and vulnerability I felt intensified, knowing that they believed I held some crucial information to them, ‘werewolves’ or whatever they were called. I knew for a fact they were not normal humans. I had heard the tales of supernatural beings but I thought it was some joke to scare us not to stay out at night.
But I had nothing to offer them. I was just an ordinary high school student, caught in the crosshairs of a savage werewolf pack.
As I struggled against my restraints, a figure caught my attention. A tall, brooding young man stood in the corner of the room, his gaze fixed on the unfolding scene. His name was Rylan, that I found out later one and his presence radiated both resentment and pity.
"What are you looking at?" I snapped, my voice laced with bitterness. "If you're just going to stand there, you might as well join in on the fun."
Rylan's eyes narrowed, but he didn't respond. Instead, he remained silent, his expression unreadable. I couldn't help but wonder why he stood apart from the rest, why he didn't actively participate in my torment.
"You think you're better than them, don't you?" I continued, my voice filled with bitterness. "Well, you're not. You're just as twisted and deranged as the rest of them."
Rylan's jaw clenched, a flicker of emotion crossing his face. But still, he remained silent, his gaze locked with mine. I could see a mix of emotions in his eyes—resentment, pity, and something else that I couldn't quite decipher.
"Do you pity me?" I sneered, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Save your pity, you i***t . It won't do me any good. You're no different from the rest of them. You're all monsters."
Rylan's fists clenched at his sides, his knuckles turning white. For a moment, it seemed as though he would respond, but then he simply turned away, his back to me. His silence only fueled my anger, my frustration at being trapped in this nightmare.
Hours turned into an eternity as the torture continued, each method more brutal than the last. They seemed to take pleasure in finding new ways to inflict pain upon me. Knives carved shallow cuts into my flesh, scorching hot metal branded me with their mark of dominance.
Through it all, I refused to give them the satisfaction of witnessing my pain. I gritted my teeth, biting back screams that threatened to escape my lips. The tears that welled in my eyes were a testament to the agony coursing through my veins, but I refused to let them
see my weakness.
Lucius, the orchestrator of my torment, seemed fueled by my resilience. He reveled in my defiance, taking it as a personal challenge to break me. His sadistic laughter echoed through the warehouse, a haunting melody that chilled me to the core.
"Since you don't want to give us what we want, you will serve us and the pack," he taunted, his voice dripping with venom. "I will break you, little one, and I will be there to collect the pieces."
I mustered every ounce of inner strength, glaring defiantly at Lucius. "You can't break me, Lucius," I spat, my voice filled with determination. "I will never become like one of you deranged people."
The memories of my family, my friends, and the life I had been torn away from flashed before my eyes. I clung to the notion that someday, somehow, I would escape this hellish existence. I would find a way back to the world I once knew, to the people who loved me. I vowed to never let this pack of werewolves destroy the spirit that made me who I was.
As I sat huddled in the cold, damp cell, my body aching from the relentless torment inflicted upon me, a new presence entered the room. I turned my head to see Rylan standing near the entrance, his arms crossed over his chest.
"You know, for someone who claims to be unbreakable, you seem to be in a pretty vulnerable position," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
I narrowed my eyes at him, my initial resentment resurfacing. "What do you want, Rylan? Have you come to gloat?"
Rylan's expression softened for a moment, a flicker of genuine concern in his eyes. "I didn't come here to gloat, Seraphina," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle. "I came to see if you're okay."
I scoffed, the bitterness still lingering in my tone. "Okay? Does it look like I'm okay? They've been torturing me for hours, and you've just been standing there, doing nothing!"
Rylan's gaze dropped to the ground, guilt shadowing his features. "I...I didn't agree with what they were doing," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I couldn't risk defying Lucius. I have my own reasons for being here."
I studied Rylan, uncertainty creeping into my heart. Could he be telling the truth? Could he really have reservations about what was happening to me?
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