Full Moon Curse (by Dream) novel Chapter 250

Chapter 250

The days have blended locked in this place of pure torture. I don’t know how long I’ve been here; I don’t even know which way is up and which way is down anymore.

Everything blurs as I stare at the cement wall in front of me. The one I never look away from unless they’re carrying me away to her again.

I still don’t know her name. I don’t know anything anymore.

I hear the cage door next to mine open, but I don’t turn. I don’t look. I can’t.

I can’t watch and I literally physically can’t. My body is drained, completely useless. The wolfsbane they pump into my system on a daily, making my healing next to nothing.

It’s just pain. So much pain.

I clench my eyes shut when I hear Julia hiss in pain as they shove a needle into her arm over scars and scars of previous drawls. I only know because it wasn’t always like this.

I fought at first, hell I’m still fighting just for more important things. I watched as they held all three of them against the wall with nothing more than a flick of a wrist and shoved a needle in their arms to take their blood, then another full of wolfsbane to keep their wolves locked down.

Eventually, I stopped looking. Eventually, I stopped trying to find a way out. I needed to save my energy. I needed to keep as much strength as possible, so when they drag me into that room, I could fight it.

So, I don’t look.

I don’t respond.

I don’t move.

“Angel.” His voice whispers to me once I hear their cage door shut again and footsteps leave the tunnel.

I don’t flinch; I just keep looking at the wall.

“Angel, please.” He begs me for the millionth time.

He wants to help. I know he could, I know I’d do anything to be wrapped up in his arms and never let him go, but

I can’t.

The bars between us make it impossible. The sizzling of his flesh as he tries to reach for me proves that.

I can’t let him see what they’ve done to me. What horrors lie beyond the door they drag me through almost daily. I can’t let him see the scars covering my body. He’d lose his mind, and as far as I’m concerned, if we ever do make it out of this hell hole, one of us will need to have theirs intact.

Our kids may not know were alive, but if we ever make it back to them, Liam’s going to have to be strong enough to take care of them and Julia.

John was the day I officially lost my mind. The day I knew I couldn’t come out of this the same person I was before.

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Chapter 250

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“Tell me, Amy. What makes you angry?” Her voice filters through my skull like a bullet. The sound of it scraping against my brain and leaving only devastation in its path.

Any time I hear it, I know what comes next.

Pain.

The knife cutting through my stomach as I scream out in agony is only proof of that.

I try not to scream. I know Liam can hear me, and it’s going to drive him mad, but sometimes I can’t stop it.

“I’m tired of these games, Amy. Tell me!” She shouts and my mouth clenches shut. The evil smile that follows spells trouble, but I can take it. I always take it.

One of her minions comes into the room, dragging john in behind her. My whole body stiffens, and John looks at me wide-eyed as he sees what this monster has done to me.

She ticks her tongue and moves over to John. Running her hand across his chest as he stands there frozen, like she’s put a spell on him.

She looks back at me, “I figured if I killed the other Alpha, I’d lose you to grief and I can’t have that. So, Amy. Does this anger you?” She asks as she reaches the knife to his throat. “Sto…” I don’t even finish screaming the word before John’s neck is slit open and blood pools to the floor.

I hear Julia scream from her cell and my body goes numb. I refuse to let the anger out that she so desperately wants. She’s never come out and said that’s what she wants, but all these sessions start the same. ‘What makes you angry?’ I don’t know why she wants it, and I don’t care. I’m not giving it to her.

So, I let the immense grief wash over me as I watch John fall to the ground and his heart stop beating. Grieving him for a second time and not being able to sit in my grief for a second time as the world falls apart around me.

I take a deep breath and wait for the torture to continue.

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