Werewolf’s Heartsong novel Chapter 96

Chapter 96

Alora’s POV

It was cold… it was always cold down here…and dark. There was a very small glow coming from the dirt covered window on the other side of the basement. I was curled up on the damp stone floor, up against the support beam I was chained to. I could hear something dripping from somewhere. I was covered in blood and my own filth. I had been down here for so long. The last of the wounds from the recent whipping sealing shut. Then I hear a slam as the upstairs door shuts and Sarah lets out a shriek for her mother.

I start to shake, I know what’s coming…she’ll be coming down here soon…and she’ll start on me again. More shrieking goes on upstairs before the basement door is slammed open and shut with loud bangs. Sarah stomps down the stairs and over to were I am and then kicks me in the stomach, once, twice, three times. I felt close to vomiting from the blows. I don’t understand a word she’s saying, I’ve stopped listening to her ranting a long time ago. O

I try and sit up in an effort to stop her from kicking me again, but I was weak from blood loss and lack of nutrition, they haven’t feed me in days. Before I can move farther she slaps me, causing me to fall back down on the ground. She keeps slapping me, I lost count of how many slaps she gave me. Then she stops breathing heavily for a moment, she looked like a demon from hell to me, her face twisted in anger, her hands looked like they were about to claw me. (2)

Then she walks over to the table. No…no…please…Goddess….no… But my silent pleading went unanswered. She came back with her leather roll of knives. She took out one of her favorites. It was a six inch, double sided blade, a dagger really. I knew begging and pleading with her wouldn’t get her to stop, it only brought Sarah pleasure. So I refuse to scream with the first cut, a deep slice down my thigh.

She looks mad that I didn’t voice my pain, my blood isn’t flowing as fast as she’d like either, but then…I’d already lost so much of it. She buried the dagger in my shoulder, and I have to bite back another scream as the silver sears my flesh and the blade goes out the other side. My body is trembling with the pain and blood loss. Her face twists even more as she becomes furious at my lack of response to her torture. 2

She yanks the blade out of my shoulder, I barley catch the scream of agony at that move, my entire body covered in sweat. She shrieks at me more, something about Darien, then slaps me a few more times. My lips are already split, blood dripping from my mouth, my eyes were black. She stabs me in the other shoulder all the way through again, this time a small whimper is let out, and she smiles. (1)

I redouble my efforts not to give in to the noises again. She slices a deep gash down my arm, I want to scream so badly with the agony, but I withheld it. Sarah’s smile falters and turns into an ugly snarl and she slices the other arm. There was more fiery pain, my vision was becoming fuzzy, and black dots were appearing. Another deep slice, down my other thigh. It was so painful, but I refused to scream. She slices me across the top of my breasts. More of my blood flows out to drench me in a fresh coat of it. 2

Then finally done with my resistance, stabs me deep in my stomach, twisting the knife, I couldn’t hold back the scream any more as she yanked the blade out and stabbed again, twisting the blade inside me, she does it again, driving my agony higher getting more screams of pain from me. I feel large hands on both of my upper arms, they were warm, shaking me.

Finally I heard the deep male voice call out “Alora! Alora wake up! Starlight come back to me! Alora!” I could her pain and worry in that voice. Sarah stabs me in my thigh this time, digging deep and twisting the knife, causing another agonized scream of pain. The voice is yelling again “Alora please wake up baby, wake up, come back to me.” I realized that voice wasn’t supposed to be there.

He stiffens, then with one hand he lifts my chin, forcing me to meet his fierce gaze. “You have nothing to be sorry for. Nothing! You were a victim, none of that was your fault. I’m also your mate. It’s my duty and honor to take care of you, in every way possible,” he growls. I can feel how fiercely he believes that. He was my mate and would be there for my nightmares and the aftermath.