Saving my abused mate

11. The monsters are back

Cara - 2 years ago

The first few weeks after my attack were hard, and the Alpha had been very angry at me. No matter how much the doctor insisted I needed time to heal, he insisted I was faking it. He told me that if I didn't start pulling my weight around, he was going to find another use for me. He said that his enforcers could use someone to help them relax at the end of the day, and I understood his threat loud and clear. It had been a year since then and I still feared he would do that, so I worked as hard as I could.

I heard the lock on the door as the head omega left the basement, and I felt better.  After the attack the head omega had gotten a lock and started securing the door.  It wasn't for me, because I was still chained, there was no way for me to even get to the door.  It was so no one could get in and attack me again.  I think she felt bad after her talk with the doctor.  Like everyone else she believed that I had gone feral, but the doctor's words had made her doubt that truth, and she started to treat me a little better.  There was a little more food, clothes were already separated by colors and fabrics when they came down and sometimes when she came to check on me, she even helped a little with some of the tasks.  I was still miserable, but I felt a little more hopeful.  Given enough time, I could maybe get stronger and find a way to escape.  Maybe the doctor and the head omega would be able to convince more people I was innocent.

I finished my tasks and decided to go to sleep.  It was too dark to work, so I decided to try and wake up early so I could try to mend some of the clothes discarded by the Pack, so I had something to wear, the rags I had been wearing were already falling apart, and I needed something new.  I was glad no one could see me, because I was sure the former owners of most of the clothes I had would accuse me of stealing, even if they were the ones who had thrown them away.

I was almost asleep when I heard the lock.  I immediately went into high alert, not knowing what was going on, then I heard the steps on the stairs, two distinct steps, one was hesitant, the other loud and secure.  I moved under one of the folding tables closer to me, the noise of the chain moving loud in the silence of the basement.

"There she is," a voice I recognized said, filling me with dread.  I started sobbing, it couldn't be happening again, it wasn't suppose to happen.

"I'm not sure we should be here," Blast said.

"We didn't get in trouble last time, we won't get in trouble this time either."

"Yeah, but father said we should stay away from her, she is nothing but trouble, nothing good can come from being around her."

"You are going to start looking for your mate soon, you need to practice," the other one said cheerfully.  He got hold of the other end of the chain and started pulling it, dragging me out of my hiding place.  "Hello there, did you miss me?"

I fought back, with all I had, even managing to grab so bucket that was nearby and hitting him with it, but that only made him mad and he started hitting me.

"Remember, we can't hurt her like last time, or father will be mad," Blast said, not moving to help either of us.

"We can hurt her, just not in a way that it's obvious," he said, pinning me down and putting a knee on my chest in a way that didn't allow me to breathe.  I tried to hit him, but he grabbed both of my hands, and with the way he was pressing on me, I couldn't kick him. 

Blast moved closer, and he looked concerned, but he wasn't doing anything.  I looked at him, imploring him with my eyes to help me.  I felt like I was dying, and even if death looked like a good option before, at that moment I was terrified of dying.  They were talking, but there was a buzzing in my ears that didn't allow me to understand what they were saying.  I was crying, that I knew, and soon the edge of my vision started to go dark, until darkness was all I could see. 

When I came to, I was bent over one of the tables, just like the first time they had attacked me.  One of them was pounding into me, and it hurt, it hurt so bad.  I started sobbing and trying to push him away, but I was no match for his strength and my efforts were useless.  I could hear the older one laughing at my feeble attempts to push him off of me.

He moved forward, his front to my back and whispered in my ear. "Just enjoy the ride.  This is the best you will ever have."  I didn't want him, but nothing I did worked to push him away.  I couldn't call for help, not that I believed someone would help, but I felt so useless and pathetic.  He finally finished, after what felt like an eternity, and I started sliding off the table, but he grabbed one of my hands and held me in place.  "Your turn," he told Blast, and I felt him moving behind me.  I kicked back, and I think I managed to hurt him because he let a painful groan.  "I warned you, don't try anything like this again," the other one said, grabbing my hair with his free hand and pulling my head back until it was painful, he then smashed my head on the table, and I was sure he broke my nose.

"Stop, no visible damage," Blast repeated. 

"I wouldn't have to hurt her if she didn't act up.  She needs to learn her place, and for that she needs to be punished," he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"But what if someone sees her and my father decides to investigate?" Blast asked, a little nervous. 

"You really think he would do that?  As long as we don't kill her I don't think he would mind," and I knew he was right, and I felt very afraid.  "Let's show her what happens if she fights back.  She is a dirty slut, so let's wash her up."

He dragged me by the hair to one of the industrial washing machines, and pushed me inside.  It was not easy, the space could barely hold me and I was fighting against it, but at the end, I couldn't fight against his strength and ended up inside.  The chain stopped the door from closing completely, but with the guy pushing against it it was almost sealed.  He asked Blast to turn it on, and water started falling.  Some of it was getting out, but not enough, and since he had pushed me head first, my head was pressed against the floor, soon I started panicking that I would drown.  I was so afraid, but I couldn't push the door open, my legs were folded so I couldn't kick the door.  The water kept rising, and I truly believed that I would die there.  I think I blacked out for a moment, and when I came to I was outside.  I started coughing and spitting water while the guy laughed at me.

"Did you learn your lesson or do you want another go?" he asked, and I was petrified he would do that again.  I couldn't move, I was too afraid and still not recovered from what had just happened.  I had never felt claustrophobia before, but I was sure I wouldn't be able to be in a tight space ever again after that awful experience.  "Now, let's see if you are capable or learning new tricks.  Now, go on your knees and open your mouth."

"I think we should go," Blast said, but like before, he didn't move nor did he do anything to stop what was going to happen.

"You can go if you want, but things are just about to get fun.  Why don't you come here? I'm sure you will like it."

I didn't move fast enough for him, so he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to my knees.  I was in shock, or maybe I was too afraid to resist, and did everything they asked of me, not that they would have allowed anything different, they were too strong compared to me, and fighting back only caused me more pain.  Once both of them were satisfied they left, leaving me in the middle of the pool of water, covered in their semen.  I wasn't sure if I was crying or not, I mostly felt numb.  I had truly believed I was safe from them, but that was not the case.

At some point my mind went blank, and I started to move.  First, I cleaned myself, until my skin and mouth hurt, and still I didn't feel clean enough, but I had to keep moving.  I cleaned the water on the floor and set everything we had thrown during the struggle back to how it was.  I knew trying to tell someone what had happened, wouldn't do any good, the Alpha could even take it as an excuse to pile more punishment on me.  The guy was right, no one cared, no one would help, and they had been smart, I didn't have as many bruises as the first time, so it would be easy for them to dismiss what had happened to me.  

I was trembling by the time I finished, and I felt cold, very cold.  I realized I was running a fever, most likely because of everything that had happened and as a result of being wet and lying on the cold floor.  I knew getting sick was not an option for me, if I couldn't work the next day I wouldn't be able to eat either, and that would be very bad for me.  I spent the next few hours trying to think of a way to ask for some medicine, but by the time morning arrived I was delirious, and unable to move.  I expected some kind of respite, but instead the Alpha came and beat me up for faking being sick, but luckily, that ended with the doctor being called to tend to my wounds and she was able to confirm I was sick and give me the medicine I needed so badly.  The good news was that since I was sick, no one was allowed to visit me, and by the time I was feeling better, I heard that Blast was going to be traveling, looking for his mate, and I hoped he took his friend with him, so I would be safe at least for a little while.