MY ABUSED MATE

CHAPTER 6: INNER DEMONS

Danielle’s POV

Darkness embraced my soul as I stood lifeless and dully in the dimly lit room- the very room that sucked out all the light and joy out of my body if it ever existed in the very first place.

Leaving behind my blood soaked drapes pooled at my ankles, I passed by the walls that had heard my howls of agony every night while the rough and bare mattress devoid of pillows or cloth, had soaked in every tear drop, sweat bead and blood stain that left my battered body and finally the ceiling that had been stared at more number of times than any other piece of art in the world.

Not a day went by when I wished that I was never born inspite of having a body that was gifted to the rarest of rare to carry both- a womb to nurture life and a pair of seed producing testes that created that life !

Holy.

That is what everyone said.

We were a gifted kind but all the pearls of wisdom of the old school had gone array in contemporary times. Selfish, destructive and greed fulfilling motives had been pursued relentlessly in its stead and here I was the victim of something that I had no control over !

Was it a curse to be born a Demon ?

Was it a curse to be born with powers of both the genders ?

Was it a curse to be pretty as they called me ?

Or was my birth the very curse for everything that happened 18 years back ?

No one touched my face coz they thought it was too delicate and beautiful to be harmed but sadly, one could not say the same for my unconventionally designed body which was a live canvass painted with more bruises and injuries than skin.

I felt like crap.

Disgusted. Used. Lifeless. Tired.

I was the living dead- inhaling oxygen and exhaling carbon dioxide but doing so with sense-less nerves and a benumbed heart.

I wanted to stop existing altogether and wipe away my very presence from the face of this Earth but I was NOT going to act on impulse and take the easy route of taking my own life.

No.

I would never do that.

Atleast not till I avenged my clan’s gory murder nor let my royal blooded Demon parent’s sacrifice go in vain.

I was born with a purpose.

The purpose to set things right.

But the prophecy only led to the downfall of those who were my very own !

This was not what I had signed up for when I was born ! I am sure no soul would want to go through the ghastly things that I went through !!

The prophecy and my parent’s hidden letter with the royal insignia- secretly hidden in my locket were the only sources of information that I had about my clan and identity.

I was not even 24 hours old when the present disgusting Alpha of the Zorean Pack incinerated the entire Demon Clan and its glorious land of Dark Arts with just a snap of his fingers.

Curse their magical spells !!

I never knew what it meant to grow up without getting beaten or ab*sed every second of your life or celebrating teenage years without passing out due to over fatigue, exhaustion, t*rture and above all getting bloody taunted for my gender day in and day out which only got worse by each passing day.

Only two things kept me going on- the thirst for revenge and the hunger for love.

My mates would help me out. Yes mates. Plural. My mates.

That is why I pushed myself harder everyday and secretly learnt all about magical spells and the theory of the Dark Arts. But it came with a price. I had to pretend to be a dumb, voiceless piece of crap who listened to the witches or wizards rant about anything and everything as they forced me to do their chores and dirty work while they worked on their spells of magic that had the power to do almost everything- save for getting me out of this misery.

However, I majorly relied on the Alpha’s personal, forbidden library which was the only friend that I had in this miserable place.

I had greedily sucked in every ounce of knowledge that, that library could provide in the last 18 gruesome years and memorized every damn spell, every word of every chant and every possible technique to the minutest detail in utmost secrecy.

If I ever was lucky to get a day off just because my Master alias the Zorean Pack Alpha aka Zompano went away on a rare trip, then I would practice everything that I had learnt in the dark corner of my bathroom where nobody dared to come in- not even the pathetic, spineless Alpha, Zompano.

Who would want to delve deeper in the miserable room when they could could use that time to take a dig on me instead.

I might be the pack slave and community punching bag but I was given food, rest and all essential cleaning items, not because they cared for me but to prepare my body before relishing, scavenging or using it in any other disgraceful way they wanted to.

There were times when all the professional servants of the pack were given an off and I was left overloaded with work and to tend to each and every outrageous whim and fancy of the heartless pack members.

On other unfortunate days, sadistic and frustrated wolves would unleash their day’s struggles and frustration through ab*se of my highly hormonal body.

And if that was not enough, then on shot day, I would be made to deep clean everything, cook and look after everyone in the pack house in spite of the weakness and pain I felt my body go through.

Taking testosterone shots to pass off as a cis male was the most excruciating ordeal but my sweet mother had so elaborately written down all the points that I needed to follow before she guarded my Demon Soul with an enchantment and suppressed all my powers so that even the powerful Zorean Pack thought that I was just a “human” transgender slave.

According to the prophesy, my Demonic Powers would resurface only when I met both my mates and that I shall be the ultimate Grand Master of the fiery Dark Arts- the Father of all Magical Spells.

It was no wonder that the Zorean Pack felt threatened when they heard about it and destroyed every demon but foolishly forgot to kill the “human” newborn- their very own prophesized nemesis !!

I knew my Alpha mate would find me.

My demon called for her every day. The yearning we both craved for, was the only fuel that kept us both driven to endure everything that came our unfortunate way. They say that the world runs only on HOPE and I was the living embodiment of that tenet.

I was hanging by that the delicate thread of hope of my mate finding me somehow and rescuing me from this wretched place.

It was a freaking miracle that Zompano and his equally malicious Luna had decided to go on a month long trip, leaving me behind this time.

Soaking in my makeshift bath, I had been rewinding my miserable past like all other times but now I did not feel anything. Nothing at all.

I had turned numb, insensitive and ignorant now.

I used to abhor how they touched me with their filthy hands, ab*sed me mercilessly and treated me as if I was common property- owned by everyone save for myself. The urge to throw up every single time was evergreen and resisting everyone prime when I was naive, childish and innocent.

But not now. Now, I felt nothing. Absolutely nothing.

To add further misery to my eroded life was the brothel King, Zev. I hated him to the guts and it would be astonishing for everyone if I revealed that I hated that greedy, fat, bald, disgusting piece of s**t more than Zompano and the Luna combined, who mind you were my clan’s murderers and my prime violators !

That crazy rich, stout man never let anyone outside the Zorean Pack touch me and instead monopolized on me when the Alpha was away or busy. He would simply keep staring at my “beautiful” face as he named it and would make me feel uneasy under his perverted gaze as he would forcefully sit on my lap and do nothing but cuddle and stare ! Disgusting. 

I was way taller and stronger than him and hence, could push him away easily but I did not dare to show my true strength or colors for that matter to anyone.

One Golden Rule that stood out in the entire Zorean Pack, thankfully for me, was that no wolf was allowed to “bond” with the human filth (they are so original with names for me. Note the sarcasm ?) as it would make the pack impure as if I was a deadly disease.

However, this rule had saved me on multiple occasions as many pack members had almost found themselves losing control to their wolves for taking down the “bewitching beauty” in front of them, then and there. Accusations of “tempting” them were usually thrown in at me and a punishment was always delivered but I was still grateful for the rule even if they made it for their own selfish reasons.

Thank the Moon Goddess and bless the souls of my late parents that they hid my true personality till I found my mates. Being a transgender human among the wolves was not that bad afterall.

However, the creepy brothel man was my worst nightmare and presently, I was trying to get rid of his lustful, caressing strokes by scrubbing my skin fiercely even if the soap burned my blisters.

I always loved to flip the man’s switch and get momentary pleasure from it but it came with a heavy price which was not difficult to guess.

A few minutes back, the wild, carnal animal had come to my room and even in the dimly lit room, I could tell that his eyes had darkened on seeing my nearly naked self.

He gave himself completely away when his tongue ran across his lips on glancing down at my tight little, black boxers which were the only piece of cloth that I was allowed to wear.

His animalistic desire to overpower me trumped Zompano’s warning and soon enough the shorter man was caging me strongly between his hopelessly stout legs and I almost rolled my eyes when he thought that he was gripping me in a tight, sexy hold. He really was an egoistic, over confident weasel.

I huffed in amusement when his protruding belly restricted his sloppy movements to come closer to me and a small smirk played on my lips when I saw his physique unable to keep up with his lust.

Anger swiveled in his eyes and a hard punch cracked straight into my jaw.

“You little b*tch !! What is so amusing, huh ? Do you want me to teach you a fvcking lesson again ? Did you forget about it already ?”, he growled in fury.

I couldn’t help myself but I laughed ! Laughed for the first time in decades !!

Even Zev stilled in shock and looked at me as if I had lost my fvcking mind. I guess I had and only they were to be blamed for it.

“Oh honey !! I dare you to show me who is the b*tch here when you are so willing to go on your fours right now and let me fvck you senseless”, I clicked my tongue and scoffed with a taunting chuckle complimenting it.

“Don’t force me to leave you in the dark room full of vermin and spiders, rascal. It would be a pleasure to hear you scream the entire night”, he snarled and a stinging slap resounded on my bare cheek.

“But your body is moaning a different tune, Zev”, I continued with my taunt and teased him by running my index finger lightly over his exposed chest that his shirt button could not hold, causing his eyes to widen and dilate while his lips parted away.

It was so easy to aggravate the filthy minded man. I loved getting a reaction out of him which seemed to be the only source of entertainment, away from Zompano’s library ofcourse.

Oh how much I missed the homely smell of those books !!

The Alpha couple had to my annoyance entrusted me in Zev’s care for the complete month and that rascal was already back to his dirty tricks on day one.

“You are really asking for it, aren’t you, you little piece of aggravating scum. Who am I to deny you that then ?”, the dumpster brained man hissed and then started his usual traumatic session of making me his punch ball and again, the walls and ceilings were my spectators as much as they were mine.

He tried his best to punish me as hard as he could but I was not going to give him the pleasure of begging to free me or cry in his presence.

As I said before, I did not feel a thing now.

I was like a stone- cold, numb, both breakable and unbreakable and lastly, lifeless.

“Find me ….”

“Find me, Aira !”

“I need you”

“Find me !”

My demon cried while I tried to soothe his sensitive nerves and broken soul.

We needed a miracle.

A miracle to meet our mate.