Chapter 41: Chapter 41
This is absolutely inhumane and totally cruel, my whole body is crying and I am trying my best to not flinch and move to much but the pain is just too much that whenever the whip hits my back my whole body trembles and makes contact with the silver. At first I did not want to believe that they would let me endure this much pain but apparently I was wrong and right now all I want is to make it out of this place and never look back. But that would be totally ridiculous because I do not even know where the heck I am and I would probably not make it out of here because of my pain infested body and not to forget that this place is obviously huge and the hallways just look as confusing as a maze.
I let out another shrilled scream when the wolfs-bane laced whip makes contact with my back. The scars are taking longer to heal than usual because of the wolfs-bane and the smell of my own blood is making me nauseous and sick. My body feels weaker and weaker as the whip makes contact with my skin faster and faster. This is in no way sexual torture or a spanking, this is technically a mission to kill both me and my wolf but they do not want that. All they want is to make Isaac feel my pain and possibly act impulsively. As the whip and silver makes more contact with my skin I can feel Isaac's rage and worry through the bond but the anger was way too much and clouding his emotions and mine too.
These cruel bastards were kind enough to bring me into a torture room and hook silver chains around my wrists and ankles, the chains have a bit of space and my skin does not have close contact with the chains which I am grateful for. Because if I remain calm and not move, my skin will not burn but immediately when the whip makes contact with my back it makes me wince and thrash which in turn made my skin make contact with the chains. My skin burns and hurts whenever I make contact with the chains. I really don't know if I am going to make it through this and my whole body is trembling as the tears roll down my cheeks like an over flooded river.
Dean walks in front of me with a pleased smirk as he holds my chin in his hand and looks at my tear stained face. He brushes back the hair that was covering my face with his free hand and runs his thumb over my cheek and smiles. His white clothes now have splatters of my blood and his hair is now tousled. I don't really know why he looked like a mess when he did not even do anything in the past ten minutes.
He was just standing in the corner and barking orders at the shaking woman who whipped my back, raw. The smell of the woman's fear filled up the room together with the metallic smell of blood- something tells me that she is being forced to do this and must have gotten herself in huge shit because she reeks of a human scent and her hands keep on shaking and she is wheezing whenever the whip makes contact with my skin.
I spit in his face and glare at him as he wipes his face with the back of his hand. "Sadistic bastard."
"I have warned you about that tongue of yours." His snarls before pushing me and ordering the woman to continue with the torture.
The whip makes more contact with my skin and I cry louder as Dean orders the woman to hit harder and faster. My body feels like it is about to give up and I can almost feel my eyes turn back and my vision fading and turning black. I look at Dean's amused and satisfied face as he notices that my body is giving up and all I want to do right now is to dig my nails into his throat and thrust my nails deeper until I feel the life seep out of him. He walks up to me and pours a bottle of water on my face...he has been doing that for the last ten minutes whenever he noticed that I was about to reach the peak of unconsciousness. My body hurts more when the water hits the open wounds and I whimper. I am a wet and bloody mess when I stare down at my dress which is definitely not in a state to ever be worn again.
My wet hair is now stuck to my face and water mixed with blood is dripping down my chin and staining my dress. I really liked this dress- one of the non-black dresses I have ever liked and now it looks like it was used to wipe a bloody mess that the mafia created – Eww.
The woman lands another hit on my back when Dean Motions for her to continue, anger builds up in me and my vision goes red and all I can see is the anger building up in me which is more than the anger I have ever felt. Different levels of anger and worry seep through Isaac's side of the body and his anger clouds up all my emotions. Before the woman can have another go at my back the is broken down and off its hinges as the most intoxicating scent fills up my senses and all I want to do is be in the arms of the owner of the most intoxicating and ravishing scent.
I loud growl pierces through the fear and blood filled air, I muster up enough energy to look up and stare at the door. My eyes immediately connect with a pair of drowning and beautiful blue-green eyes that make me feel safe and different emotions. When he notices my wet and chained up figure he lets out another loud and angry growl before his eyes zoom in on the male in white in the corner of the room. Dean opens his mouth to say something but before anything else can escape his lips, Isaac is already in front of him and he effortlessly snaps dean's neck and sends his dead body flying and falling in the corner of the room.
He stalks up to the woman behind me who is now trembling in fear and looks like she is about to faint even before he can do anything to her and true to my words- her body hits the ground with a loud thud when she notices Isaac's elongated canines and his animalistic figure. He seems to forget about the lady and moves to me and caresses my cheek with his thumb, he looks at the chains and growls silently. Before I can tell him that it is silver and that he should not touch it he has already snapped the chains off me with his hands.
Talk about brutal.
He raises me up to my feet and wraps his arms around, I wince at the tight hug and he lets go of me and looks at me worriedly.
"I will make sure that bloody asshole pays for this." He threatens at no one in particular and growls lowly at the end of the threat which sent shivers down my spine.
The tone of his voice only promises pain and that he will carry out with his threat. This is a different side of Isaac, it is the more animalistic and deadly alpha side that I have never encountered and I would be lying if I say that I am not a bit frightened even though I know that he would never hurt me.
I was now wondering how he got here and so fast as he brushed back my wet hair and placed a kiss on my forehead. Before I could ask he hooks his arms around under my ass and around my shoulders and carries me in his arms, he walks out of the room through the now broken down door. I wrap my hands around his neck and rest my head on his chest and breath in his scent, the wounds and cuts were still healing and my wolf was slightly healing at the back of my head and all I want right now is to take a long and hot shower, change into clean and fresh clothes and sleep in my mates arms until all the wounds were completely healed up. As if the universe is totally against me and my idea of resting from all this drama and luck of hospitality, Isaac stops and a familiar scent hits my nose making me raise my head.
"Where is the fucking bastard?" Isaac asked with anger filling up his voice as he looked at Alex who is in full fighting combat.
His outfit has changed from the formal suit and tie I saw him in at the welcoming ceremony but Isaac is still in his suit, his jacket is no longer on and his white shirt is not tucked in like before. I look at his clenched jaw and his hair is now messed up and tousled- I am not complaining he looks pretty dangerous and hot in a sexy way.
"He made it out of the building but my men and I have all the reason to believe that he went west because all the other exits were sealed with our men." Alex replies and looks down at my messed up figure in Isaac's arms. I smile at him and he gives me a small nod.
Isaac nods. "Take her to a safe place." He places a kiss on my forehead before reluctantly placing me in Alex's arms.
Alex turns his head and looks up at Isaac. "You're not planning to play along with him are you?" Alex asks with concern in his voice.
"I assure you that I no longer plan on playing." He replies in a deadly voice and looks down at me with regret filled in his eyes.
I want to ask him what he plans on doing and mostly where he is going, I do not want him hurt or anything worse I already made out the fact that his cousin was a freaking psycho who wanted to be alpha and he is dangerous and he definitely did not look like he wanted to back down easily. It all rounds up to one thing. Blood.
Death.
Isaac's eyes promised me just that as I stare at him worriedly, assurance seeped in from his side of the bond and I let out a breath but I was still not assured.
"Please don't go." I beg hoping that my voice comes out strong but it only comes out raspy and silent.
"Don't worry; I just have to finish off some loose family ends." He replies and I can feel the bitter taste in his voice when he says family. "Take her now." He orders his beta and Alex immediately starts walking the opposite way and I try my best to pry his arms of my body but his hold is too strong- freaking werewolf men and their strength.
He walks out of the large building and cold fresh air hits my skin, a lot of men and cars are surrounding the large building...and they thought the man would not fucking escape. A few men nod at Alex and I, he walks over to one of the large trucks and places me in the passenger seat.
"I'm sure he is going to be okay." Alex says as he gets into the other seat. He looks over at me and starts the car.
Hell freaking no, I am not just going to sit in this car as my mate goes off to what might be a fucking trap.
I know that his so called “cousin” is dangerous and all that he wants to do is spill blood just so as to make it at the top of the chain. My mate’s blood to be exact. It will not hurt him if he kills Isaac but it will hurt me if he does. I do not even want to think about it, the look in Isaac’s eyes promised that he would make the bastard pay but I cannot help it but worry.