Punishment
807 Words
Selena POV:
The metal gate whirred shut and I was locked behind the black iron bars. He didn't look at me and instead turned and started walking away, without a word. What a strange man. Anyway, I turned around examining the filth, I was now to be condemned to for however long they felt like leaving me down here. There was a bed made of straw which smelled completely of piss and a metal bucket in the opposite corner, I was definitely not going near that. For being one of the most advanced packs of their time, they really suck at modernising the dungeons. I walk toward the back wall, the wall is coated with grease or slime or maybe s**t, I don't know but I do know that I don't want to touch it. I tilt my head back to look up at the high bars on the wall that let in a bit of light from the moon and gave you a tiny view of the sky, I guess it made for good a torture technique because I think I would probably spill the beans if they were beating the crap out of me and had me locked in here for days. That's when the realization hit me, no whipping for escaping!? They were probably going to have me locked in here for weeks without food. I sigh and walk back to the front of the cell and sit down, my back against the grates as I wait. I hear the main gate open foot steps, maybe Ethan had come back to explain his weird personality shift. "Selena!" Shouted Isaac and I stumble to get up before he gets into the cell, "what Isaac!?" I yell back, afraid but trying to hide it. "The Alpha is looking for you," he smiles and I feel a cold spell crawl over my skin, he looks to be enjoying this a bit too much. The metal gate seperating us, slides open loudly as I stand frozen, afraid to move or what might wait for me. "Did you really think that you of all people would get off so easily!?" He scoffed and I knew better than to be snarky or retaliate. He was beaming and gloating as he stepped inside and gripped my arm tightly, pulling me aggressively through the dungeons up to the Alpha. I should of known that it was too simple. Come to think of it, this was all Ethan's fault with his newly discovered hero complex. I stumbled and he roughly pulled me up, "why does the Alpha want to see me?" I ask and he scoffs at my question like it's the most stupid thing he has ever been asked, "you're an i***t!" He snapped and shoved me forward up the stairs. I fell through the metal door, barely catching myself, Isaac pulled me up and he was pushing me out towards the cement court outside. I felt my heart quicken, this was the first time that I would be whipped in all honesty, I never attempted escaping before...
Alpha August stood admiring his white roses and Ethan stood next to him. "Aah! Selena, you must know why you're here." My eyes glanced at Ethan, was this some kind of game to him? I know that he is going to be up for the alpha title soon but using me to impress his vile father. What a prick! "Speak!" Commanded August as Isaac kicked the back of my knees, forcing me to fall forward hard. I couldn't speak. I wouldn't speak. He was going to hurt me either way so why did I have to compromise my dignity in the process!? I took a deep breath and heard the alpha chuckle, "Isaac my whip." I looked up at them with venom in my eyes, I noticed the alpha smiling like it was another picnic in the park for me while Ethan's face was blank and he was staring past me, the bastard wasn't even looking at me! I looked back down at the concrete ground and prepared myself mentally for whatever pain was to come. I heard them swing the whip for effect and felt myself flinch in fear. Isaac and alpha August started laughing, "look at the strong Selena so afraid, maybe this will teach you to be more obedient." I heard the whip cut through the air and then felt my chest tighten in fear before it came down hard on my back cutting through my shirt and skin, I felt the whip pull at the torn burning flesh as it swung back up in preparation to hit again. Hot tears were running down my cheeks and I was trying to suppress my screams of pain, it was taking all my strength to hold myself up. My feeble arms were trembling.
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