*** Smith Bridget P.O.V ***
“No… Please, get away from me,” I tried to stop him from coming closer but I am completely helpless. I don’t know what to do. My breathing quickened like I was going to have panic attacks.
He eventually got to me with that familiar evil smirk on his disgustingly, ugly face. I shut my eyes and couldn’t help but hope silently that someone… Anyone would come to save me.
“I want you to open your eyes and look at me. I want to see those beautiful crimson eyes of yours,” He said in a low voice and he squeezed my cheeks so hard that they started to hurt.
This man is a maniac. How can he be so obsessed with my crimson eyes? I don’t know why but anyone that sees that beautiful cursed eyes of mine always becomes obsessed.
Yeah! I know… I am not supposed to call the beautiful coloured eyes the moon goddess has given me as a gift a curse. Just that I don’t see this as a gift. To me, it’s a curse.
I have always suffered because of my crimson-coloured eyes that sometimes I wish I could gorge them out of their sockets.
I winced in pain as a hard slap landed on my face. It hurts. He pulled my hair and growled, “Bitch! Can’t you hear me? I told you I want to see your eyes. Why are you still keeping them tightly closed? I can see that just a few days living with that pup has been a bad influence on you.”
I moaned out loud in pain as he pulled my hair very tight but yet, but I still refused to open my eyes. I won’t open my eyes and give this maniac the satisfaction he wants.
He pulled my hair and I fell to the floor. I cried out in pain. It seems like he dragged my hair so hard that I fell on hard times and must have dislocated a bone. The pain only lasted for a few seconds and then it was gone.
He dragged me with my hair across the room. I couldn’t help crying in pain but I still refused to open my eyes. I can feel the angry vibes his body is giving off.
“I fucking told you to open your eyes but you refused. You have learnt how to how defy orders now huh!,” He growled and I shivered in fear. What is he going to do?
The next thing I knew, he said, “Take off your clothes.” “No!,” I shouted immediately and wrapped my hands around myself feeling absolutely terrified. Is he… Is he going to do what I am thinking?
“How dare you!!?,” He shouted back and gave me multiple slaps consecutively. Slaps that made my head spin and made me see stars. I couldn’t feel my face anymore.
Helpless cries of pain escaped from my mouth. “Please… It… Hurts,” I whimpered. “Does it hurt huh?” He asked and then laughed loudly. The sound of his laughter coupled with the sound of the heavy rain made me dizzy with fear.
He was awfully quiet for a minute and I was tempted to open my eyes and see what he is doing. But no… I can’t trust this maniac. What if it’s just a ploy to get me to open my eyes and I fall for it?
So I just sat there on the cold floor in silence and cried. Just then I heard the sound of a drawer being opened and closed. I could finally hear his footsteps again. He is coming towards me.
I trembled and tried to back away. I tried to move backwards but he caught me and said, “My little muse… You don’t get to escape. Be a good toy for your master.”
I started to struggle. It was somehow difficult since my eyes are closed and I can’t make out where he is except for the faint sense of his scent.
“Aaaah!!!,” I screamed out in pain. What’s that? It’s like my skin is burning. Like someone poured hot lava on me. I slowly opened my eyes and his evil smirk was the first thing I saw.
Tears were almost clouding my vision as I stared at him in pain. “Does it hurt?” He asked slowly as he pierced the blade into my hand and again. I screamed again. Make it stop. Please make it stop. I can’t bear this torture anymore.
I gasped in pain. I couldn’t even say anything. The pain was so unbearable. He smirked and gingerly dragged the blade on my skin, trailing it from my hand to my neck and making sure it pierced into my skin along the way.
“Does it hurt?” He asked slowly. I screamed over and over again. He frowned and said, “This is no fun at all. Why are your crimson eyes still not appearing?”
He stood up and pulled me by my hair once again. He dragged me to a swivelling chair and put me on it. Then he began to forcefully tear off my skin.
No matter how I tried to wade him off, he stripped me. He shredded every piece of clothing on my body. My cries were muffled as I looked downwards. How will I be able to face William now?
I looked up when Alpha Jackson suddenly growled, looking very upset as he stared at my naked body. I wrapped my hands around myself trying to cover my breasts. Then I squeezed my legs tightly together.
“Where did all the marks that I have painstakingly put on your body go?” He asked angrily. His eyes were an unusual colour of green. Is that his wolf’s eyes? I shook more than ever with fear.
“Where did they go?,” He asked again, a little bit louder this time. I didn’t say a word. Is he referring to all the scars he gave me? I cried out as he tore a part of my lap with the silver blade in his hands.
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