Escaping the Alpha, Claimed in the End novel Chapter 9

Chapter 9: Send Her To The Dungeon

Amelia’s POV

My stomach twisted.

I knew this “game.” Last time, he’d tied me to a chair, blindfolded me, and let his goons throw cold water and insults at me for hours, laughing while I begged them to stop.

The memory hit like a hammer, and panic surged through me.

“No!” I screamed, thrashing as the servants grabbed me. I kicked, clawed, bit–I didn’t care. Anything to keep them off me. But their hands were iron, their expressions cold. One of them struck me hard across the face, snapping my head sideways

Before I could recover, another blow came–this time to the back of my skull.

A flash of white.

And then-

Nothing.

When I woke up, my head was pounding, and the world felt all wrong. I blinked, trying to make sense of it, and realized I was hanging upside down from a ceiling hook, my ankles tied tight with rough rope that bit into my skin.

Blood rushed to my head, making my temples throb. My wrists were bound behind me, and my body ached from the beating Jasper’s goons had given me. My torn sweater was barely holding together, and I could feel the sting of fresh cuts and bruises all over.

This wasn’t new. Jasper loved his sick “games.” Ever since I was a kid, he’d used me as his punching bag, but it got worse when Estrella came along.

She’d laugh, calling me a “worthless rat,” and Jasper would hand her a bow and arrows, letting her use me as a living target. I’d scream as the arrows grazed my arms or legs, leaving bloody scratches.

If I fought back, Jasper would get this twisted grin, like my struggling made it more fun. He’d tie me tighter, hit me harder, or come up with worse punishments–like the time he burned that brand into my arm or made me kneel on broken glass for hours.

I’d tried so many times. I knew my screams just egged him on, so I stayed quiet today, hoping it’d bore him this time.

That was a big mistake.

Instead of getting bored, he got furious and stabbed needles into my back, one after another, hissing at me to submit to him. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I whimpered and tears fell down my cheeks. Only then did he let go, laughing like a

lunatic.

I dangled there, the ropes cutting deeper, my body screaming in pain. I could barely think through the haze of hurt.

But then I heard it–footsteps approaching in sure strides.

My heart leapt, and I twisted my head, catching sight of a tall shadow through the narrow glass panel in the door. Even from this angle, even upside down, I knew that silhouette–broad shoulders, straight posture, and that deliberate way he

moved.

It was Alpha Ryder, his tall frame unmistakable.

He was looking for Jasper, probably to talk about whatever deal they had.

Hope flared in my chest. If I could just call out, maybe he’d see me, maybe he’d help like he promised.

“Ry… mmph!” I tried to yell, but one of the goons was faster–shoving a dirty rag into my mouth and yanking it tight around my jaw.

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