CH004

"What are you doing? Whip her harder! I want her to bleed, do you hear me?" Sheryl barked. She was angry because she hadn't heard any sob escape Olivia's lips ever since the guards began whipping her.

Whenever she had her punished, she never rested until she heard sobs and screams escape her mouth. She was a sadist and this often at times left Olivia wondering how and why men were always attracted to her.

Yes she was physically beautiful but what about her heart? Don't the handsome men who frolick around her see that? Were they blind to the real her or did they not just care?

"Whip her butt harder! Tear off her remaining clothes and whip her properly!!" She continued barking and the pace of the smacks and blows on her intensified. Still, Olivia did not scream.

She didn't know how it happened but one of her fellow servants had called attention to her satchel which she had packed with the little clothes she had.

She had been preparing to leave the pack on the night of Sheryl's birthday, days far from now when her mate bond would be sealed with one of the triplet Alpha heirs.

Olivia didn't want to serve her anymore, she wanted to be on the run for a place she would finally call home even if she didn't know her way around town or knew anyone to run to.

Only Connor knew about that, he had been the only one she told about her plans and with his betrayal earlier in the day, she was sure also that he was the one who had told Sheryl about her plans.

She hadn't just been planning to run away from the pack and her duties without permission from her master, worse was that money had been found in the satchel as well, money Sheryl had cried out to be hers but she, Olivia knew that she must have planted it there as there had been no money when she packed.

The Alpha heirs had commanded for her to be locked up and whipped mercilessly as punishment.

The beatings became too much and unbearable for her and she had cried out as her body became covered in blood.

A metal landed on her head, sending her convulsing and rolling on the floor, curled up while trying to shield herself from the pain.

It was Sheryl. She had taken matters into her own hands as she was the one dealing her blows with the metal in her hands, a big smile spread across her face.

"Stop! Please stop" She began to plead with Sheryl to stop when she could no longer hold the pain. She didn't want to die yet. She still wanted to live to see what life had in store for her.

But Sheryl didn’t stop. Instead, she bent down with her face close, her lips twisted in a wicked smile.

"I'm not stopping until your face is ruined Olivia," Sheryl hissed, grabbing her by the chin and forcing her swollen face upward. "So ruined no servant will dare whisper that you’re prettier than me." She let go, letting her face drop on the floor with a thud.

Then she stood and gave the signal with a small nod and the men closed in.

Another kick and more punches. The sound of fists hitting skin echoed in the room. She tried to crawl, but one of them stepped on her back and pushed her down hard.

Blood dripped from her nose to the floor and her vision blurred. Her arms and limbs felt too weak to move.

Sheryl laughed like a queen watching her enemies fall.

The men didn’t stop as they hurled blow after blow at her.

Until her body went still.

Her eyes rolled back. And then there was silence. She had lost consciousness.

***

Olivia forced her eyes open when she felt her skin burning.

She didn’t know how long she had been unconscious but the pain brought her back.

The sharp smell of chemicals hit her nose before the sting reached her flesh. Her body jerked.

"Aah!" she screamed loudly, her voice full of fear and pain.

One of the men was pouring something from a can on her. The liquid touched her arm, and it felt like fire crawling into her veins.

"Pour it all on her! I want her to feel the pain! This is her punishment for trying to run away!" Sheryl continuously encouraged the men who poured chemicals on her injured skin.

“Please! Stop! Please!” Olivia cried, twisting on the floor and trying to crawl away. Her body was weak and her legs shook. But the pain kept coming.

Sheryl stood above her with her arms crossed and eyes cold.

“I told you I wasn’t done,” she said, “You thought you could run away from me?”

Another splash of the chemical hit her leg. She screamed louder this time.

Satisfied with her reaction, Sheryl walked over and knelt beside her, grabbing her face.

“You belong to me Olivia” she whispered. “You are my slave. And you’ll stay that way until you die.”

Tears mixed with sweat and blood on her cheeks. And her lips trembled as her skin was blistering, sending her into an excruciating pain.

“All your little dreams of running away and finding a mate to unite with, they’re useless. I’ll crush every single one,” Sheryl said. “You don’t get to escape me. As long as I'm alive, you'll remain my slave and by my side till you die” she vowed.