The Missing Luna

Chapter 2: Hope’s POV

Trigger warning! This chapter contains explicit torture and gore. Material that can be sensible for certain readers.

Readers' discretion is advised.

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Cat brought me to a place that looked like an operating room. They had everything in place: a table in the middle that had several straps around it, two rolling tables that contained their torture devices, I am sure; even the room was filled with light, meaning I could finally look at some of my tormentors.

My eyes widened in terror as I saw some of the demons behind a glass wall at the end of the room.

What the heck were they going to do to me? I have never had an audience before.

“Please, Kira, please, if you hear me, come back to me, please, I beg you,” I tried to communicate with my wolf, but I was met with a deafening silence.

I was alone, as I had been for a while. Nobody would save me; I had to endure this on my own.

There are five demons in total, including Cat. They are all dressed in medical attire, but I could still make up their features. The biggest one seems to be the one in charge. He looks like he is made of dark stone. He has several cracks on his skin that look red, almost like they were infected. It is a repulsive sight if I’m being honest. He has a pair of dark wings on his back that look like the ones of a bat.

There is a woman who is the opposite. She has white, glowy skin and chocolate hair. Pretty normal if you look at her from the neck up, but her arms… are cut off, and instead, she has tentacles that have an odd greenish color. Her eyes are also red, but I’ve noticed most demons have that eye color.

There was a guy who looked like a dwarf. He was disfigured as he had walked about in a fire, and his skin was still hanging there from a threat.

The last person was the most normal-looking. He had black hair that he styled so it stayed at the back, bright golden eyes, a sharp jawline, and big muscles that were evident, although he wore a suit. He was handsome, but something told me he was the worst of all these freaks.

He also didn’t smell like the rest. They all had a foul odor like they were rotten. At first, when I smelled them, I wanted to puke, but now I have gotten used to the smell.

That doesn’t mean that they aren’t disgusting because they are.

Some smell like sulfur, which can be compared to the smell of rotten eggs, but this guy… smells nice. Maybe he is not a demon, but that wouldn't make sense; we are in hell.

I have forgotten the scents from other people. All I have seen through the years have been demons.

Who is he?

“Everything is ready for you, sir,” Cat said while he bowed at the man.

“Perfect. Place her on the operating table. Remember to tie all her extremities properly; I don’t want any interference,” the man instructed.

Cat started dragging me to the table; I trashed and screamed, trying to get away from them, until I felt a hit on my cheek. The man had come quickly by my side, and he had punched me in the face. Black dots appeared in my vision; I was going to faint.

"There, now place her quickly," he growled at Cat, who, in return, quickly placed me on the table.

A ringing in my ears began; I guess the hit was stronger than I suspected. I felt when Cat secured the straps around my body; there was even one on my neck, but there was a mirror above me. What the hell was that for?

"Is everything ready?" The man asked.

"Yes, sir," One of the demons said.

He must be someone important because he is being treated with respect. Maybe he is one of the upper demons.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's start," he growled, annoyed.

Geez, he was worse than regular demons.

I didn't hear anyone talk. Instead, I could listen to a cling sound, meaning they were taking something made from metal. The man appeared in my vision, wearing a surgical mask and covering his head with a cap.

"We are going to begin, princess; I suggest you stay quiet because if you don't, this will be worse. " His low and dangerous voice sent a shiver down my spine.

What the hell was he talking about?

A buzzing sound interrupted my thoughts. I tried to look at the source of the noise, but when I tried to move my head, I felt a pricking pain in my skull; there were silver spikes at the sides.

Fuck, that hurt.

Before I could ask or even comment on anything else, I realized what the buzzing sound was. I felt it against my skin, tearing it apart; it was an electrical saw; they were cutting me alive.

I couldn't contain my screams; I had been through worse until I realized they were not stopping there. The machine went deeper until it touched my bone. At that point, it was impossible for me not to scream; the pain was unbearable. I still tried not to move, but it was impossible when I felt how they broke my rib cage to access my heart.

I can't believe I am still alive. Why am I alive? I am certain I am losing blood; it doesn't make sense that I am still here.

I screamed, and I swore at them, but they didn't even bat me an eye. What that man said was true; every time I moved, my body jolted with new pain.

They didn't remove any vital organs; they started chopping me like I was a pig, ready to be harvested. I saw how they took my liver, pancreas, kidneys, and even part of my intestines.

I screamed all I could, and then I finally felt the blood loss take its toll on me. My vision became blurry; maybe death was finally claiming me; perhaps the Moon Goddess decided I had suffered enough.

But unfortunately, things never go my way. I have a curse on me that doesn't allow me to be happy. I closed my eyes, waiting for my death to arrive, but then I started to feel...better.

I looked in the mirror and noticed my organs growing back. With each regrown organ, I felt my vitality become stronger.

What. The. Hell.

What the f**k have they done to me?

I silently cried, realizing I would never escape them. They had me in their hands; they would torture me forever.

You must be strong.

I heard a faint voice. Who the hell was it? It wasn't Kira's voice, I am sure.

Although... I don't remember her voice anymore. I don't know what it feels like to have your wolf with you; I am alone.

Once my organs grew, they took it out again; when they realized I didn't feel any pain, they turned to breaking my ribs and perforating my lungs, and then the man counted the minutes it took me to regenerate the lung. Each time he did it, my healing became faster.

I hated them with all my heart.

And then... I felt nothing. I was done screaming, begging, and swearing. I was finally dead inside like they wanted.

The man realized he had achieved what he wanted; I could see how his eyes twinkled as he saw me there, lying motionless. If I screamed, it would be worse, and to be honest, I didn't feel the pain anymore.

He did try several more things, like cutting part of my heart or twisting one of my nerves in the abdomen, but he didn't get a single reaction from me.

"Let's stitch her up," he instructed.

The demons started moving around, getting him everything he needed. I didn't wince when I felt him accommodate my rib cage to its original position. I didn't emit a sound when I felt the needles pierce my skin.

Of course, they wouldn't use any anesthesia; I didn't expect them to, but I guess he could have used a smaller needle. It didn't matter, though; I didn't feel anything.

He approached me, and I knew it was over. He would finally let me go.

But then, I met him, my worst nightmare.

The room's atmosphere changed; it became extremely cold. Everyone bowed at whoever entered the room, even this man who seemed to be a higher-up demon; he vowed at him.

Who was this person?

Lucifer? Does Lucifer come here?

"Prince, we are so glad you joined us," The man said respectfully.

"Are you taking her to her cell?" He asked.

His voice... it was so deep but dangerous. I have never heard something so sexy before.

Kira stirred in my mind. I haven't seen her alive for years, and now she is reacting to his voice. What is going on?

What the f**k am I thinking. I can't find this man sexy.

"Y-yes, prince, she has finished this session," The man explained.

He was stuttering, meaning he was nervous.

He called this man prince; is he Lucifer's son?

Does Lucifer have kids? Since when?

"Don't I want you to try this," He gave something to one of the demons. I tried to glimpse what it was, but it was impossible. I was still strapped to the table.

"Sure thing, prince. I will start right away," the man said.

"Stop," the prince ordered. "I want her to see me," the man instructed.

I didn't understand why he wanted me to see him. It didn't make sense.

And then, I heard his footsteps approaching me. He got closer, and his scent waffled me.

He smelled like hot chocolate and marshmallows, my favorite dessert. My mom gave it to me every time we went to Alaska. I loved it, and now this man smelled like that. Why do I find his smell so enticing?

The man helped me get up, letting loose my restraints while he lifted me up and warned me.

"Don't you dare anger Prince Caelan," he whispered. "You won't like it if he gets angry,"

Once I saw this man, my breath got caught in my throat. He was very handsome, and the aura surrounding him was very dominant, meaning he was someone strong.

He looked like he was eighteen, meaning he was six years older than me (I think). He had dark black hair that fell over his eyes, and his jawline was strong and chiseled. I could see he worked out a lot, as he was well-built with broad shoulders; even in his dark suit, I could see how broad he was. When I looked at his eyes, I knew why I felt so drawn to him, why Kira was so restless inside me, because I finally heard her for the first time in years.

When I looked at his piercing grey eyes, I heard one word I had been waiting to hear for years, but I also realized that I was f****d; I trusted that once I found my mate, I would escape this place, but that dream was crushed.

"MATE!" Kira said, and then she disappeared again.

I tried to call her, to ask her to explain what she had told me because it couldn't be. This must be a joke, right?

But no, it wasn't.

He was my mate, this demon was my mate, and he would become my worst nightmare.

The Moon Goddess hates me. I don't know what I did to anger her, but she must hate me; she can't be out there looking at how they torture me daily and still give me this, mate. No, it can't be.