Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Felix

I hated hearing my number called. It was one of 3 Customers for me nowadays. The lonely and horney mateless she-wolves or widows looking to get off. They were easy, get them off a few times, as quick as possible and they left rather quickly. Thenre there was the gay or bisexual males, or as I call them the hidden as they sneak in here and order us to either wear a wig or they ask a woman to accompany us but dismisses them rather quickly. They too were rather easy, they either wanted me to fuck them and get them off or they wanted to fuck me which was still not as bad as some were often very gentle and even attempted to get me off. HA! I have never experienced and orgasm nor do I believe I ever will be able to have an actual sexual relationship. Then again I never do have to worry of the sort as, I am a slave. I will always be a slave. I will never know freedom. I will never know love.

The worst and the one I always feared was the “Alpha”. After the first time he came back about once a month. Yet, I have noticed lately that he has been returning quite frequently. It felt like he was coming back every few hours. Only difference from the first time was he no longer required an extra girl or any girl for that matter to accompany us. Now all he needed was me. He would use me, beat me, torture me, choke me till I passed out. I didn’t care anymore, because each time I would escape to my same and favorite dream place and get to be in her presence. The dream remained the same throughout the years with one difference. About 6 years ago I watched as the young girl began to age, like she was growing with me.

For a few weeks the only one that occupied my time was “Alpha”. He began to appear angrier and angrier each time he'd come to see me. It was getting increasingly hard to keep in my dream place and get tobe in her presence. The pain and darkness would sometimes take me before I could even get to the lake.

“142! Let's go. You are needed in the red room.” Ughhhhh. I groaned as I dragged my feet. My wounds from the last 3 visits from the “Alpha” were still fresh and oozing. Then I heard the head master.

“I understand that Alpha. But he doesn’t have a wolf and even if he did the wolfsbane and silver prevent the healing. He needs time to heal. If you continue you will kill him” he sighed. Then I heard the most hard clenching growl.

“I DO NOT CARE!!” the “Alpha” growled. “Do you forget who supplies this place? Did you forget who you answer to?” he roared back at the headmaster.

I watched as the headmaster whimpered while bowing down and barring his neck to the “Alpha”. That's when I begin to feel the faint Alpha aura oozing off him. Man, I thought I must be worse off than I thought as his aura did nothing to me.

The guard weakly grabbed me and helped carry me off to the red room. Before leaving I heard the guard send up a prayer to the moon goddess to let him be off shift before the Alpha was done. Damn. Not even this guard thinks I am gonna make it through the next “session”.

“Please keep him Selene. He deserved better than this life. And please, allow me to be off shift before the Alpha finishes him.” I looked up at the guard as he looked up before kissing 2 fingers and sending it up above, before making eye contact with me.

“Start sending up your prayers now boy. You have just enough time to make any amends or ask for mercy,” he stated before giving me a sadden expression before shaking his head and walking out the door.

I didn’t know what he meant. What amends? What mercy? He acts like I asked for this or that I haven’t been begging everyday since I was old enough to know who the moon goddess was for mercy. No, I have no more prayers left. I did no wrong. I didn't know my parents, I was an orphan. What possibly could I have done so wrong that I deserved this and what did I need to be forgiven for?

I didn't have to dwell on it too long as I heard the distinct footsteps of my tormentor stomping down the hall. I knew the drill. I quickly dropped to my knees. I wasn’t wearing any clothes since “Alpha” took a blade to my clothes and whipped me so badly I vomited before passing out only to wake in my cell on my belly as an older worn woman placed thin strips of fabric with a cool liquid that stung as she administered them.

“Alpha” entered the room and slammed the door. He was just as angry if not more than he was last time which felt to be only a couple of hours ago but due to being unconscious it is hard to determine just how long it had been. Alpha then yelled “On the cross boy!”

I tried to stand, only to collapse back onto the floor. I no longer could muster up enough energy or self preservation to stand up and move to the cross.

“Are you deaf, dumb or just plain fucking stupid boy!” He yelled at me but could tell that this question did not require an answer yet I replied back to him still.

“No sir, I just can not stand up Sir.” I say quickly but weakly. “Alpha” came over kicking me in the back before picking up his favorite of whips.

For once I listened to the guards and I prayed eternally, “Selene, my goddess. I am so sorry I have offended you so deeply. I am sorry for any and all transgressions I, my family, and past lives have committed against you. Please forgive us and allow this to be the end. I gladly take these punishments for them all but please let this be the end.”

As I finished, I no longer felt any pain and that I was finally floating.

“Alpha”

I was still seeing red. How dare Nathan reject my proposal. I told him to reject that so-called mate of his and then he could become Alpha, but he refused. He refused me. ME! Me of all people. I knew it was a stupid idea to take him to the brothels.

I wanted to show him where we got our pack funds and how we were easily the riches and most powerful pack. And we controlled a large portion of the Alpha’s around the globe. I mean we did have one of the largest and largest variety of slaves. Our rooms were varied and we catered to all taste and selection. That's when I first met my whipping boy. But that was also the day he met Katya, his mate. Even though I typically used her as she was one of my favorite whores. After finding and claiming Katya he cut all communications. Now I was left with trying to find a suitable and like-minded Alpha for my pack before I was forced to relinquish the pack to ‘her’. Since losing Adam and Nathan to the woman of my brothel I have not yet been able to convince another 2nds Alphas son to come for a formal marriage proposal. Women didn't belong to the lead. They were only good at being in my bed with their legs spread. My daughters were not fucking different. From a young age I had trained Felicity and had her submissive but Fiona was like her whore of a mother.

The girls believed their bitch of a mother died in childbirth. Little did they know the whore still lived just chained up at the brothel. She did her job although not as well as she couldn't give me a male heir instead of those damn little bitches of daughters had I known they were girls I would have beat them out of her like the rest of the pregnancies that bitch tried to give birth to. But the whore just had to hide it until she was too far along to hide it from the pack. After that she was dead to me. I knew after they were born Sarah had to go. I couldn’t kill her as that would make me weak and I would slowly lose my mind and thus be overthrown. So, I faked her death and moved her to the brothel. There she was chained and beaten regularly. By me. Sometimes, I would even invite her into the room to watch me torture and fuck the other whores. I loved to watch the pain of betrayal cross her body. At nights she would aid in the injured whores. Many of them are because of me.

That leads me back to the whipping boy in front of me. Damn I knew her handy work, his sores on his back didn't look as swollen. This angered me even more than Casey the headmaster telling me that my whipping boy was unavailable. Like hell he was. HE WAS MINE, I growled. Unless he was dead he was to be here on his knees ready to please me.

Then I saw it.. Life leaves his eyes, then his heart stops beating.

I dropped the bullwhip from my hand and walked out of the room slamming the door and walking down the dingy yellowed stained wall and floor of the hallway from all the smoking in the brothel. The smell of sex, urine, fecal matter, and most glorious smell fear. I walked down the entrance steps and to my car before peeling out of the parking lot and back home.