Longing For My Rejected Luna novel Chapter 73

*****Jace’s POV*****

I spluttered as water was splashed on me, and it was really cold. The freezing time. I opened my eyes, there were two of them, still on masks.

“What do you guys want from me?” I was tied to a chair. My head hurt, my temples throbbed.

Instead of replying me, they brought ba bucket if ice and poured all over me, I was almost shivering to death. Who were these guys and what was it they wanted from me? Who was their boss?

I could remember they had said something about a woman being their leader, what did they want me? What did this female boss want with me? Had she told their men to capture me?

But I still could not understand why she wanted me? And how had she known I was going to be taking that path? Who had told her? I could guess they had been following me, but then my leaving the pack had been impromptu, no one had known.

None of the residents of the pack had seen me leaving the mansion. This was why I had no guard follow me, because I did not want anyone to be with me. I wanted no one to be aware of my traveling.

My eyes widened when I saw someone bring a long, vicious looking whip into the place where they had kept me. “W-what…g-guys…w-we..”

My heart skipped a thousand times. I was wet and if that whip should be used on me, I was dead. The person holding the whip came closer and circled me. I tried to turn but the chair was not cooperating, I was soaked to the skin.

A scream erupted from my mouth when pain stung my back, the whip kissed my skin harshly again, another scream could be heard from me.

“Fuck!” The pain was blinding. My back hurt, my head was pounding furiously, it was as though there was war going on in my head.

Someone’s phone rang. He picked it. “Yes, boss.” He waited a beat. “Okay boss.”

He walked next to me, he put the phone on loudspeaker. “The boss wants to speak to you.”

At that point, I was going crazy with pain. My every skin on my back hurt badly. “He..llo.” I could not speak properly, I was feeling pain everywhere.

“If it isn’t the wealthy son, Jace Blackwood.” The voice said.

I could not really place the voice, it was kind of scratched, as though it was done on purpose to prevent anyone from guessing the gender. No matter how hard I tried to comprehend the voice, I could not.

“W-who a-are y-you?” I groaned in pain.

I heard a cold chuckle at the other end of the line, then it abruptly stopped. “Whip him.”