JESSICA'S POV
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"What's my name?" Nick seethes as my body trembles, pain shooting through my body everywhere. My skin is stained crimson from how he beat me and never in my entire life of knowing Nick did I think he was capable of this. My hands are tied to the arm rest of the wooden chair, my ankles tied to the legs and I'm weak. It's been two days of beating and no eating.
"Nick, stop." I cry out as he inches closer, "Say it again." he bends over, glaring at me, "Nick." my voice pleads with him, but since I moaned Nathaniel's name instead of his, he's been in a fit of rage ever since.
He doesn't even attend to the pack duties because he's here, every second of the day, giving me no chance to escape or call for help.
The sharp sting on my cheek has my head swinging in the opposite
