Alexandra's P.O.V
3 years. 3 miserable years. That Is how long i've been in this hell hole. Day after day I've prayed to the moon goddess to show me kindness for once, to end this pain and suffering. To grant me freedom in death. But it seemed like every other day, my prayers fell on deaf ears.
I had to be the goddess’s least favourite servant, there was no other explanation.
Of course I'd choose death over this hell hole any day, who wouldn’t? At least death promised peace. There was no pain in death.
I just can't do this anymore. I just want it to end. The rough concrete I sat on was bare and cold, providing no form of warmth against the frigid night’s breeze that stung my skin. The silver chains that bound my legs scorched my skin. Despite my efforts to remain silent, whimpers escaped me but I couldn't cry.
"Alexandra!!!" I heard a voice yell. A voice I have come to loathe over the days. In pain, I sat on the ground trying my best to act like I wasn’t on the brink of breaking down, to not reveal how much pain I was actually in because the moment I did, the bastard might feel the need to inflict more. That pathetic feeling of self preservation was ever strong.
"Yes Beta Rook" I answered quickly knowing what would happen if I didn't.
He stood outside my cell, a smirk that almost looked cruel playing at his lips. That alone told me what it was he wanted.
"I need some...entertainment" he said. I saw the way his eyes roamed my body in the threadbare pieces of cloth I wore and I shuddered but not from the freezing cold. I wanted to pull my clothes tighter around my body but my hands stayed still at my sides. It never helped to show any signs of rebellion, it would only spell more pain for me.
It hadn’t been long since his men had used me. My body was weak and every inch of me was in pain. When his perverted gaze dipped to my breasts, an unwanted shiver racked through me. I knew what he would make me do.
Beta rook unlocked the cell and stepped in. "You know what to do whore." He flashed his perfect dentures in a sickening smile. The profanatory way he spoke to me just made me feel worse. w***e. . . even though that was what they’d made her into, she still despised the word. It made it seem like she was this way of her own volition. Names like that made me feel less and less like a person.
The tear that slid down my face couldn't be helped. Knowing exactly what he wanted and knowing nothing good ever came from me stalling, I knelt on the floor before him while he unzipped his trousers.
I'd long resigned myself to this fate, this was just a regular day in my miserable life. The life of Alexandra the w***e. I sat waiting for him to pull his trousers down but then he stopped moving suddenly, hands hovering over the waist band of his trews. He fell silent for some time and from the glazed look in his eyes, I could tell he was mind linking.
"That b***h!" he growled out, his eyes turning black. I tensed at his sudden outburst. Black was never a good sign. A foot connected with my stomach and I gasped out as the air was suddenly knocked out of my lungs. My body dropped weakly to the hard concrete and I trembled in pain, clutching my stomach.
I let my tears flow, no energy was left in me to keep them hidden. Luckily, rather than punishing me for crying, the beta rushed out of the room in haste. Whatever it was that happened was quite serious.
My guess was maybe rogues. I was grateful to them.
Blessed silence echoed around me for some minutes until the door to the prison opened once more. I sucked in some air ready to see an angry Beta rook again. He would relieve his anger on me till I eventually passed out from sheer agony. Dread filled my body almost to the point of tears.
What did I ever do to deserve this? Why did I have to suffer so? Why did everyone hate me this much?
Whether it was the Alpha, Beta or even the normal pack members, I was just a punching bag to them.
Beta rook was the only one who touched me in that way and he’d also given his men permission to do so as well whenever they pleased. Alpha Gonzalez on the other hand only beat me up. Neither treatment was better than the other. Pain was guaranteed either way.
Footsteps echoed lowly in the room and I prepared myself to face a furious Beta Rook but instead a woman with red hair and blue eyes stood in front of my cell.
A woman I hadn't seen for 3 years.
My mom.
A mix of emotions swarmed me as I beheld her face for the first time in years. Relief, sadness, regret, joy. My eyes watered seeing her.
She held her index finger to her mouth, telling me to remain silent and I nodded obediently. She entered the cell and walked over to my chains breaking them off like they were made of toothpicks. The relief I felt was overwhelming.
The burning feel of the silver on my skin eased.
I tried standing up but pain in my right leg stopped me. With a swoop, my mom picked me up, her strength shocking me.
Well, I probably didn’t weigh that much anyway. Feeding was a privilege that wasn’t often bestowed to me. My lack was clear in my bony structure.
She punched a hold in the wall behind me and a cool breeze rushed into the room from outside, as if it wasn’t cold enough already. She shivered against her mother but the cold was soothing. It felt relaxing. Because it promised freedom, promised hope.
That was until I looked down and saw how far away from the ground we actually were. It was at least a 20 feet drop. My mom jumped without giving a warning. Just as i was about to scream, I felt her hand slap itself over my mouth. My eyes fell shut as the sensation of falling drifted over me. She landed with a thud, leaving a dent in the ground. Despite the height she just jumped, she landed on her two feet.
Like a cat.
Then she raced into the woods like there was no tomorrow. Actually if we got caught, there truly would be no tomorrow, for us at least.
Trees dashed by us in a blur as she ran and the wind felt like a force pushing at me. It was difficult to even keep my eyes open against it. I never knew a person could run so fast. There was no possible way they could catch up to us. A sigh of relief left me. After three years I was finally free. Free from those monsters. I never wanted to see the Silver shadow pack ever again.
Maybe the moon goddess didn’t hate me after all.
Her mother slowed when they were ways away from Silver Shadow territory.
"Are you alright?" my mom asked with me still clutched tightly to her body.
"I'm fine now" I replied truthfully. For the first time in a long time, I actually believed I was fine.
She smiled and stopped running for some time.
"Can you walk?" she asked.
"I think, I can try." I said. She placed me gently on the ground but as I stood I fell back down. My right leg was hurting too much. It was absolute agony.
"Your leg is broken." She said after observing the leg. She lifted me up again. "At least we're out of their territory. We'll be alright sweetie."