Chapter 9
1605 Words
Ava's POV
I fell flat on the ground as the guard pushed me roughly into the prison.
I gulped for air, feeling totally drain of energy as I lie on the cold ground. My stomach rumbled, the worms were beginning to protest—a testament I at least need some food. But I know that was a luxury in here. A luxury these devils would not be willing to provide, so I crashed the thoughts.
My mind rolled off to the thoughts of my mother and my heart became heavy. I should be running around now; looking for money for her surgery, but here I was, locked in this god-damned forsaken place.
How would she be feeling now?
Would her health be better?
Or….
I shook my head, chasing the negative feeling away. One thing that has always kept me up is the ability to always think positive. Even when everything feels gloomy.
The sound of a key crashing against the lock interrupted my train of thoughts. I squinted my eyes to see the dark silhouette of one of the guards opening the prison door.
“Get up.” He commanded, flashing the beam of the torch on his hand over my face.
I hissed, trying to force my eyes away from the sudden contact with the torch.
He extended his hands towards me forcing me up, but my shoulder slacked due to my weakened state.
“I should have just kill you earlier,” he grumbled, clasping my hands together. “Now, you will regret ever been a stubborn bitch.”
He clasped my hands together then brought out a cuff from his pocket. My eyes suddenly widened.
‘Was that meant for me?’
He laughed in satisfaction at the confused look on my face. “Don't be so surprised b***h,” he slammed the cuffs on my hands. “You will wish you never come to this life.”
He begin to drag me away and my mind was immediately clouded with different thoughts. Even though I have maintained a level of stubbornness earlier, this new development brought out some kind of fear in me.
I knew where this could be headed, they were planning to torture me. To make me lose all will and beg like a common criminal.
Maybe they could even kill me. These bastards are capable of doing that, no one would raise an eyebrow. No questions would be asked, I wasn't that useful to anyone and even if I am, no one knows I'm here in this hellhole.
The thoughts of that brought a sick feeling inside of me. I couldn't let these people take my precious life just like that, not when my mother lay dying in the hospital.
My thoughts slipped away as the guard suddenly stopped moving. I looked around to see we were now back in the familiar room. A pop music was playing in the background. And the bulb seem dimmer than the first time, so that made it hard recognizing the people in the room.
“She is here,” the guard simply announced, tossing me on the floor like a piece of crap.
The bulb was now flickering, making it harder for my eyes to see what was going on in the room. I closed my eyes and put my ear to good use. One of the perks of being a wolf is the ability to use the ears when your eyes fail you.
I ignored all other sound in the room, including the music playing from the radio. And now, I can hear the sound of footsteps that was coming towards me.
‘One step. Two, then three.’ I counted in my mind from where I lay on the ground.
“Have you been having a nice time here?” The familiar voice asked and I opened my eyes, looking up immediately.
I should have known. Layla towered above me, a sneer at the corner of her mouth. Her eyes seem to be staring deep into my soul, maybe wanting to break my will. To break my resolve.
But I stared back with equal defiance. A sudden anger taking over my soul. It looked like a battle of who could win in a glaring contest. She came even closer her breath touching my face, but that made me more determined. And at long last, she leaned back, withdraw her head then walked straight to sit on a chair I haven't noticed before.
“You still have that arrogance even till now,” she commented from where she sat. “Don't you ever learn?”
I scoffed, rolling my eyes. Even though she tried all tactics to break me, I would never bow to her. Not in this life or the next.
“If you are expecting me to beg,” I said then paused, exhausted from the little energy I just used in speaking. “Then you will have to wait forever.” I forced myself to mutter, but my words were still audible enough to reach Layla's ear since the music had stop playing.
She clapped her hands, “This is going to be so much fun.” She said in a singsong voice. “You know, I always love a challenge, in fact the last time I've had anyone challenge me is in high school. Do you want to hear the full story?”
I ignored her question but my eyes were still focused on her. The bulb was now stable so I was able to see she had her legs crossed from where she sat on the chair.
“You'd definitely want to hear the story, it's quite an exciting one.” She laughed, then looked around the room. “Or don't you all want to hear this exciting story?” She asked the other two guards in the room and they gave a quick nod.
“Okay, so here's how it begin. Alice was a top student in my class. In fact, she's a straight A student.” She paused, her eyes briefly landing on me. “But when this begin to get into her head, I decided to break her wings.” She c****d her head forward, throwing me a dark smile. “I had boys arranged for her. I watched as four boys take turns having their way with her. And viola! She became a shadow of her past glory.”
I watched her stand then walk closer to me. She then bend so we can be in the same eye level. “Now, what do you learn from this story.” Her mouth curve in a smile but I wasn't fooled, “don't you think I can break your wings just like I did to Alice.”
I pursed my lips then asked her in a hard tone. “And what do you stand to gain from all this. What will-”
She cut me off, swinging her hands. “A lot, I gained a lot of things. Firstly, I get to see your wings broken. All that arrogance washed away by me and also,” she leaned closer to my ears then whispered, “I get to see Dylan who has been looking for you all over reject you, after my boys here take turns having their ways with you.”
My eyes snapped open immediately she finished speaking. Not because of what she said about her boys having their way with me but because she mentioned Dylan.
Why was Dylan looking for me? Was it to finally reject me?
“Dylan,” I didn't know when his name escaped my lips and Layla’s eyes shot back at me.
“You only get to mention his name, at least for now.” She gave me a tight-lipped smile. “But despite him wanting you, you will never be his mate. I will make sure of that.” She whispered in an icy tone, then stood up.
He wants to be my mate? Does that mean he accept me?
“Return her back, and you can give her some food.” Layla instructed the guards, leaving for the door. “I don't want her to die yet, that would spoil the fun.”
“Wait!”
I called as she was about stepping out. She stopped in her tracks then turned back to face me.
The guard was already dragging me away.
“Does Dylan becoming my mate seem to be scary for you?” I forced a dry laugh. “Are you afraid I'd come for your head in the nearest future?”
She shook her head, a smile hanging at the corner of her lips. “He can never be your mate. My brother deserves someone better!” she declared in an angry voice then stormed out.
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Some moments later, while I was still ruminating on the possibility of Layla and Dylan being siblings, the prison door opened and I saw the same guard from earlier walk in.
He touched what seem to be a remote on his hand and a yellow florescent light flickered on from the ceiling.
He threw two loaves of bread on the ground and also two bottles of water then he turned back, locking the door.
I suddenly became joyful at the sight of food but when I felt the bread I became disappointed. It was a stale bread.
“Is this what they call food,” I muttered, complaining to myself.
“You should be glad, it's better than having nothing.”
I heard a strange voice beside me and I instantly became shocked.
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