Tyrant

One… His eyes scale my body tearing through the fabric. Two… His hands burn my skin like acid. Three… My innocence is forcefully ripped from me. The aftermath of his violation left my body in ripples of pain, my skin bleed and my mind broken. Exhausted as I was I needed to purge myself, pulling myself up off the floor I made my way towards the rusted bathtub. I waited for the water to turn clear before getting in, the hot water burnt my skin but to me it was the only way. When it burnt it cleansed me of sins, his sins. I scrubbed until it stung and his pain he inflected was replaced my own, as I took the razor to my wrist the blood dipped only to be washed away by the water. I smiled as I watched the water turn crimson; I thought how beautiful it was to watch as it fell away from me. To be free from this place, my blood would carry out to open water. Again and again I drew lines, maybe if I continued to do so I would finally be free. Free from torture and torment, free from pain and from him. Deep down I knew there was no escape from the monster that dwells deep inside me, the monster that prowls this land searching for new victims. Once I was done I got out and wrapped myself in the towel stained with impurities, my bruised and aching body screamed for sleep. I dried myself and pulled on my clothes before heading to bed, I turned to the door that I had blocked with my dresser to keep them out. My parent’s drowned and dwelled in liquor and drugs, they did not help me when he came for me. They were paid off with the things that they would kill for; decent parents would choose their own over anything… But not mine. As screamed for my father to save me or for comfort from my mother, they would laugh and find a vein that they would inject. As I curled up under the sheets I dreamed of a life far from here, a life filled with wonder and love. A life I so desperately wanted, a life that was beyond me. *** “WAKE UP!” The sting of sudden impact threw me back and out of my slumber, my eyes shot up only to see the Beta wolf hovering over me and I bowed my head. “Get dressed Alpha wants you in his quarters immediately!” he threw me a white dress and shoes before leaving. I took the dress and slipped it on; I walked to my bathroom and ran the cold water. I washed my face and brushed my teeth before accessing my hair; I combed it and let it fall to my hips. He hated when I would tie it, he liked it out he said it made me look better. I wiped the tears and walked towards the door where the Beta stood waiting; he smirked and grabbed my neck holding me against the stripped wall. “Your body is his and his alone but, what Alpha doesn’t know won’t hurt him. When he’s done with you I will bring you back and devour whatever is left, your nothing but a worthless vessel. You will forever be nothing,” he said as is viper like tongue ran across my neck. I felt nothing so being nothing wasn’t new for me, he was right I was nothing more than a vessel for them to play with. A working corpse you might say, my body was drain of nutrition and colour. I was nothing but bones and thin skin, starved to the point of death. As a wolf I was kept alive, when it got too bad he would make me shift so I would heal and be renewed once again. I was kept as his prisoner but to him and now to myself, he owned me. As he dragged me towards his wing the eyes of the Pack burned my skin, the wooden doors leading to his room where what I feared most. Seeing them only meant one thing, pain. “Alpha is in a foul mood today, so don’t beg just let him have his way if you want to make it out of there,” was all he said before he pushed me in. The room was illuminated by the burning red flames of the fire place, the floors where scrubbed and sparkled. Yesterday they were sprayed with my blood; I stepped forward and waited for him to show himself. I heard him growl and stopped and got on my knees, my head bowed and waited. “I find myself questioning why I keep you, why I don’t just kill you. You may be my Mate but you are nothing to me, maybe it’s because it gives me great pleasure to watch you suffer by my hand,” he said and stepped out of the shadows. His eyes zoned in on me and I squeezed mine closed knowing what came next, as he moved forward my body prepared itself. His crawls glide across my shoulder moving the dress strap to the side; he took a strand on my raven hair and held it to his nose. “Your fear vibrates through me, I relish in it,” he said as his claws drew blood and I held in my cries. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up he turned me towards the mirror, he had carved the four words he would use to break me. “MINE!” He threw me across the room and I hit the wall before falling to the floor, I sobbed feeling my bones c***k upon impact. He stalked towards me and held me down by my neck; he sliced my skin as he tore the dress apart. I was covered in scars given to me by him and soon more with join to the collection, I was now bare beneath him and he dragged me towards the bed that was stained with my pain and torment. He got on top of me and I cried out causing him to slap me, he continued to do that until my vision became blurry. I prayed that I would die, I prayed for it to life to leave me and take me far away from him. He was a tyrant, a murderer, a r****t and king of the Rouges. There was no escape from him, no release. As he devoured every part of me I blocked it out, I was in pain as he forced himself in making me scream. Every move he made was like a burning blade to my insides, his hand choked me to the point of suffocation. My eyes started to drop and my heart slowed, as he continued to rip me apart over and over again I blacked out.  The Sweet simple peace, only for a moment. Soon I’d wake only to face the demon once again. *** **Leo’s POV** “Burn them.” My home, my Pack and my family had been slaughtered. The Rouges had torn through all of it, with no remorse for what they had taken. As the others dragged bodies from both sides towards the fames, I watched as hundreds were burnt. The rage boiled inside of me, my mind turned and planed my revenge. “Leo we must go, we won’t survive another attack,” Lucas stepped forward. I growled and stormed away towards my boarders, main of my men were injured and needed medical attention. As I reached the halls of the pack house members trembles in fear, they backed away as I made my way upstairs. I slammed the double doors to my office and took my rage out on everything in sight, until it looked like a tornado had swept through the room. “Leo what are you doing?” Lucas walked through the doors and I growled throwing my desk across the room, my wolf was surfacing and I walked toward James and grabbed him by the throat. “HOW DID THIS HAPPEN!” “We weren’t ready… We didn’t have the reinforcements, they were meant to arrive tomorrow,” He choked out and I dropped him and snarled. “Find me something to tear apart or it will be you,” I barked before he ran out. Rouges, vial, poisonous, dirty dog. There was nothing I hated more; they were decease to our kind. My Pack is one of the most fear and powerful but still, we are bested by them. There numbers grow immensely as ours diminish to almost nothing, I need more. I needed killers, warriors and I needed them now. “Stop! Let me go!” Lucas threw him forward, a witch chosen by me to help fight the Rouges. Henrik, he gave us the wrong information and caused the s*******r. “You, seems your talents caused me a great loss. Yet you claim to be the best, you’re a joke!” I said and grabbed him and held him up. “It was a misunderstanding! Please I can be useful to you!” “Misunderstanding! You said fifty Rouges, there were over two hundred! My men were s*******r because of your mistake and now you will pay with your life,” I snarled and he clawed at my hand. “YOU CAN BEAT HIM! HE HAS A WEAKNESS!” he yelled out. “His Mate! She is what he holds dear, Iris Pierce. You can use her to get to him, please don’t kill me.” Maybe he was right; the bond between Mates is more powerful than anything. I should know mine was torn from the man, who held command over the Rouges. I smirked and ripped out his windpipe; the blood splattered across my face and closed my eyes as I felt its warmth. He choked on his own blood before falling limp. “Seems as though he was good for something, get ready. When the reinforcements get here we will attack, they won’t expect it. Find out all there is to know about Iris Pierce, come tomorrow night she will be our prisoner. Clean this up,” I smirked and walked towards the doors. “What will you do when we get her?” I stopped and turned with a sadistic smile plastered on my face. “I will make her scream.”