Saving my abused mate

13. Continued abuse

Cara

It was easy to guess what was going on outside based on the kind of laundry I had to do.  For example, the extra amount of sheets and blankets the previous couple of days was a clear sign that we had visitors, and the increase in table cloths meant that soon there was going to be a banquet.  It was only relevant to me because that meant I was going to have more work to do.  I hated the Pack's propensity to have parties and guests, because my workload increased in a way that demanded me to skip sleep sometimes.  Exhaustion sometimes led to mistakes, and mistakes were never forgiven.  If the Alpha got wind of my mistakes, he would visit and beat me up.  It was not something I liked, but I still preferred his visits to those of his son and his friend.  

Sometimes I felt like I was no longer a living being, I was like a robot, repeating the same actions day after day with little variations and no freedom in sight.  Sometimes I even considered ending my life, what was the point of the prolonged suffering?  But then I remembered that my parents had died so I could live, and giving up would be an insult to their memory.  So I kept going.  I wasn't sure what was the point, but I kept going.  Blast and his friend's abuse was something I couldn't get away from.  It was, thankfully, not a regular issue.  Sometimes they went away, sometimes it was weeks, even months between visits, but the longer they were away, the worse it was, because I knew it wouldn't last and I dreaded them coming back. 

A few months earlier, Blast had mentioned that his friend had found his mate, and I believed that would be the end to my torment, but his visits never stopped, and I could tell he was often the instigator.  Blast was a reluctant participant most of the time, not that it stopped him from abusing me all the same, but I believed that if it wasn't for his friend, he wouldn't be coming here.  Blast had never come by himself, his friend had.  On multiple occasions.

Knowing there were guests in the house didn't mean I would be safe.  It was actually a better chance for their visit, like they believed that a full house would make their visits less likely to be noticed.  I hated it.  I really hated it and my limbs were already hurting just thinking about it.  But as always, there was nothing I could do.

It had been almost six years since I was unjustly sentenced to be their slave.  Six years since my last shift.  I fell more and more disconnected from my animal side as time went by, and I feared my instincts were completely gone.  Sometimes I felt so defeated that it was hard to hold on to any kind of hope.  I know that I have to do something to change things, but I'm not sure what.  If I'm being punished for being a killer, I should at least do the crime, but there's no way I could kill the bastards that abuse me, they are too strong, and every attempt to stop them was met with vicious punishments that left me terrified.  

I finish folding the clothes, thinking again about the possibility of asking for help.  But I didn't know the people visiting, and they might be as bad as the Alpha and the others.  What if I ask for help and things get worse?  Could they get worse?  Yes, definitely.  I can't forget the threat the Alpha gave me when the doctor first told him I was r***d and couldn't work.  At least with Blast's and his friend's visits I get some time between their visits, but if the Alpha really decided to give me to the warriors, then I would have no respite.

There goes my mind, over and over the same topics as always.  The need for freedom, and the fear of what could happen if I try and don't succeed.  Fear was holding me back, but it was mostly my worthlessness.  For years I had tried to break the chains holding me down, and had been unable to do it.  Years trying to get it free of the wall without success.  At this point it would be easier to cut my foot than to keep trying to break the chain.  I had tried once before, when I had gotten too desperate after one of their most vicious visits, but I just couldn't go through with it, and ended up just making things worse.  It felt like everything I tried only made things worse for myself.

It was always hard to tell time down in the basement, but I could get an estimate from when food and laundry was delivered or picked up.  It was later than lunch, but not dinner time yet, when I heard someone trying to open the basement door.  That put me on edge because the only one who should come down was the head omega, and she had the keys to the lock.  My other visitors also had keys, and they usually came late at night, when it was easier to go unnoticed. 

I didn't like what was happening, and with a house full of guests, I feared that Blast's friend had told them something about me.  I still remembered the time he came with an alpha from another pack.  He just wanted his clothes, but I could tell that the other guy was testing him, to see if he would like something else.  He got a kick out of hurting me and humiliating me.  I was sure he would be happy to invite more people like him.

All through the afternoon I could hear people trying the door, and I was jumpy.  By the time the dumbwaiter activated to carry my dinner down, I was so on edge that I jumped in fear at the noise.  I went to retrieve my food and was glad to discover it was a nice sized plate.  I just knew there was just too much food going around, otherwise the omega wouldn't have been able to send a little extra.  It was sad that little things like an extra scoop of mash potatoes was enough to make my day.  I was full by the time I finished my food.  I was so used to starving that being satisfied  was an odd feeling for me. 

I went back to ironing clothes, feeling a little drowsy from all the food I had.  I almost didn't hear the door, it was so quiet, but after all the previous attempts, I was looking for that sound.  I turned, expecting to see someone new, but it was Blast and his friend.  They were early, why were they so early?  I looked around me for something to use.  Even if at the end they always got what they wanted, I couldn't help my instinct to try and fight back.  I felt that if I didn't at least try to avoid it, it was like accepting what they were doing. 

"Hello there, little slut.  Did you miss us?" the older guy mockingly asked.

"Are you sure you want to do this?  Your mate is upstairs!" Blast tried, but like always, it was just like he was going through the motion of trying to get his friend to back out, without really meaning it. 

"My mate is pregnant right now, that means I can't touch her, she gets angry, says stupid things like that I'm going to hurt the baby or something.  And I have needs, needs that can be easily satisfied by this little slave right here.  It's actually for my mate that I'm doing this, so I won't go against her wishes," he replies, his logic sounds twisted to me, but I kind of understand that he would prefer not to hurt his mate like he hurts me.  Not that I like it or would justify it, or that I believe his mate wouldn't be hurt by knowing he is with someone else. 

Every time we do this, they catch me because of the chain, but I had prepared for them.  I moved some things to where the chain is bolted to the wall to act as cover, so I start moving back, dragging the excess chain with me, when they make a move, I grab it and run to the hole made by the furniture and hide there, holding the chain so they can't use it to drag me away.  I heard them cursing and knocking things.  I knew it wouldn't last for long, and I was terrified of them knocking everything away and that sooner or later they will get to me.

"Stop!  They are going to hear us!" Blast warns, but his friend has never stopped before, and he wasn't going to stop this time either.

"No, I'll teach that little slut a lesson once I get my hands on her, just wait and see."

"I believe you, but, can you be quiet about it?" Blast sounded anxious, and I could almost believe he would leave just in case someone did come to investigate, but his friend was not about to let him go. 

"Shut up and help me!" he screams, and soon both of them are working together and my hiding spot is getting smaller.  Soon they will be able to reach me.  I try to make myself as small as possible, but soon I feel his hand grab my wrist, and no matter how much I try to pry his hand open, he is holding strong, and shortly, he is dragging me out of my hiding spot.  "You always make this hard on yourself.  It's not my fault you make me this angry," he says, before he starts hitting me. 

He doesn't stop until I'm dizzy and unable to move, he then pushes me to the floor and twist my arms behind me, then the pulls on the chain until my leg is also twisted back, almost touching my back, and uses part of the chain to hold my arms.  He then pulls my dress off of me, tearing it in the process, and throws me on one of the tables.  The position is very uncomfortable, and my ankle feels like is going to be cut completely.  Maybe if it does and they don't notice I will be able to escape?  I just know it hurts and it's about to hurt even more.  I can't do anything to defend myself, the position is beyond uncomfortable, plus I have no leverage with three of my limbs being held at my back. 

He doesn't hold back when he thrusts inside of me, he never does.  I scream, or at least try to, but as always, it comes like a pained moan, it doesn't even sound human.  I hate it, but I can't help it either.  Then I hear something that chills my blood.  There is light coming from upstairs, someone just opened the door and I see three men on the top step.  The one in front looks familiar, blond and tall, like a Viking, the one behind him is as dark as he is light, and I don't have time to see the third one, as the second one takes a step forward, his face a mask of anger.  His companions try to hold him back, but he is not letting them stop him, and he jumps.  He just jumps from the top of the steps, shifting mid air into a huge black wolf that lands next to me, making the guy r****g me take some steps back, and then the table breaks, sending me crashing against the wolf.  At that moment I truly believe that I was going to die.