Chapter three
Esmeralda
"No! Please," I cried, clinging to his leg as he dragged me into the correction room with a firm grip on my hair. I kept my gaze locked on his face, hoping he would see how remorseful I was and reverse his judgement but his eyes were solely fixed on the door of the room with a sinister look plastered on his face.
I was done, I knew it.
Hiding quickly in my spot to delay my punishment, I glanced around the familiar room with teary eyes to see Garry walking toward a shelf. The shelf contained a lot of instruments of torture, to break people that broke the rules.
People like me.
I watched Garry patiently like a hawk watching its prey as he selected some instruments that he would use in torturing me. But he suddenly stopped, moving away from the shelf with transparent glass to the whips displayed on the wall. I watched as his hands carefully selected the horsewhip.
The horsewhip!
The whip I dreaded most!
"No! Please, don't use that on me," I screamed immediately, mentally scolding myself for giving my hide-out away.
"This will do, this will restore you to your default settings and make you stop attempting to escape because you can't," He chuckled loudly, with his eyes solely fixed on the whip as he caressed it gently.
"Please, I promise to be good," I pleaded but it fell on Garry's deaf ears as all his mind was centred on beating the hell out of me.
His heavy footsteps sent me hiding beneath the huge wooden table, curling up into a ball to avoid being fetched out by him but he caught me before I could hide further, yanking my so hair hard that I could feel some strands pulling off as he flung me to the table, making my cracked lips kiss its cold, hard surface.
Tears escaped my eyes as he worked the chains into my small hands, leaving me hugging both sides of the table, helplessly.
"Count with me,"
I swallowed the lump in my throat, preparing for the worst. I knew the worst was coming.
I looked away from his hardened face, resisting the temptation to look around. There was nothing new to look at except instruments of torture and tools for corporal punishment, making me close my eyes, anticipating the whip.
Crack!
The whip sounded, travelling through the air till its sharp edges came crashing on my back. I screamed in pain, shutting my eyes almost immediately as I tried to yank my hands off the chain with force to caress my bare back but I couldn't as I was trapped to the table that restrained my movement.
"One," My cracked voice sounded almost like a whisper as I struggled to prepare myself for the subsequent lashes, but he didn't let me recover from the pain of the first one before he greeted me with the second, third and fourth lashes, making me hate my life.
Surrendering to the torture and pain that travelled throughout my back, I laid still, like I have been thrown into a pool of ice-cold water, waiting for him to be done with me. I was sure my back would be in a deep shade of red by the time he was done lashing me.
"Thirteen," I sniffed, biting my trembling lips, praying silently for him to be through with me as I was on the verge of passing out.
"Your crocodile tears mean nothing to me, you ungrateful weakling. After sheltering you and giving you a life, you want to escape so that you can end up like your psychopath sister who kills people for fun?" He barked without sparing any seconds before he lashed me hard.
I could swear by the moon goddess that he was surprised when I didn't react to the whip. I was too weak to even move a muscle.
"Fifteen," My voice came as a whisper that could only be heard by paying maximum attention.
My joy knew no bounds when he leaned closer to me, unlocking the chains that held me bound and lifting me to my feet.
"Get out!" He growled, watching my every move as his eyes didn't leave my body.
"This would be the last time you try to escape, else, It will be my pleasure to welcome you into the world of pain," He said as an evil smile played on his lips, making me stagger in fear.
I couldn't feel my back for some seconds as I walked down the path leading me to my cell once again.
The cold dark cell that I tried to run away from.
Each time I tried to run away from it, I found myself back to it again.
Back to my unending nightmares.
I felt defeated.
Maybe I should give up since I couldn't help myself.
Maybe I should accept my fate since I couldn't run away from it.
Maybe I should start seeing the cell as home since I would be spending my forever there.
Maybe I deserve the punishment as I was not satisfied and I tried to escape.
I let my tears pour freely from my eyes as I watched the guard shackle me to the wall, limiting my movement, leaving me broken that the presence of the thick darkness that surrounded me didn't have any effect on me.
It reminded me of my first encounter in the punishment room when I was caught trying to escape during the Moonball ceremony.
My best friend and I had been dealt with mercilessly before being thrown into our cells. The incident made the guards shackle me to the wall.
I didn't struggle with the chains or jerk them angrily like I always did. Instead, I let the darkness engulf me, allowing myself to drown in the sea of my emotions while I sought solace in my sleep, except I couldn't find peace in my sleep either as my demons came in hundreds.
The sound of footsteps and rattling chains jolted me from my deep slumber.
My eyes greeted the almost broken bed and I realized that I had slept on the floor, with my head on my knees.
It was still early and my body aches.
Slowly observing everyone's excitement made me more confused as I wondered what was happening today.
The more I tried to think of any event, the more I couldn't figure out the reason they were up and running.
I hugged my knees closer to my chest as a guard broke into my cell. It was rare for a guard to enter my cell except my attention was needed.
My heart thumped loudly in my chest as I thought of what I did wrong. Maybe it was because I attempted to escape last night.
But I had been punished, wasn't that enough?!
"Esmeralda, your attention is needed. Make sure you collect the cleaning equipment on your way out as you will be doing a lot of cleaning today," He said, as his gaze was locked on the chains, trying to relieve me of it.
My attention was needed? Why?
"What is going on?" I asked, looking around as curiosity got the best of me, but he didn't reply. I was about to ask him again when I couldn't hold it anymore but the loud crashing sound of broken plates got my attention.
"If you end up breaking all the plates we will use to serve guests coming to the Moonball ceremony tonight, what will we use?" He yelled at a pup.
I almost jumped in excitement at the person's words.
A glimmer of hope sprang through me, fuelling me.
The Moonball ceremony was tonight!
My freedom was tonight!
Yay! The Moon ball will be in a few hours, what are your thoughts on this? Do you think she will escape? Your comments are appreciated
Chapter fourKadeI shut my eyes, slowly tapping my fingers on my thigh, clenching my chiselled jaws as I tried to contain my rage while receiving information from my Beta via mind-link. A bastard was caught snooping around the pack borders! How unlucky he was. Successfully Submerging my furious wolf who kept whining and growling in my head, I quickly mind-linked my beta to send him into the dungeon where I was. Where my captives were taken care of. I took a long drag on my tobacco, feeling the gush of adrenaline throughout my body that charged me with pleasure and vigour. "Ahhh," I exhaled slowly, puffing out the smoke in the air with my eyes tight shut. I relished the feeling and at once I was excited. Excited to execute, to cause a massacre, to wreak havoc. The swinging and slamming of the door broke my euphoria, causing my eyes to open at once. A small smile broke on my lips as I smelt my Beta fast approaching. He was the only one that could barge into my space without gett
Chapter 5Kade "Remind me where we are going and what our next agenda is," I rubbed my palms in anticipation as I got out of the inner chambers of the dungeon, glancing at Silvius who tried to keep up with my pace. "We are..." Silvius' voice trailed as he brought out an iPad, squinting his eyes a little to read the content displayed on its screen. "Let me guess," I raised my finger, interrupting him, "We have a meeting with the Alpha of the Night Walker pack," I sighed, "That bastard," "No, Alpha. You are supposed to be at the Moon ball ceremony of the Crescent Moon pack and it is themed Romance,""How? The ceremony is supposed to be tomorrow, not today. Today is Friday," I stated, getting a little irritated at the mix-up. "You are wrong, Alpha. Today is Saturday, not Friday. The meeting with the Alpha of the Night Walker pack was fixed for tomorrow and the Moon ball ceremony is today and if you don't hurry, you will be late," Silvius stated proudly, indirectly reminding me that
Chapter sixEsmeraldaLast night, I had walked into my cell feeling dejected, but this morning, I walked out of my cell the happiest person, causing confused eyes to turn in my direction, wondering the reason for my sudden happiness. The Moon ball was today! Forgetting my terrible backaches, I bounced out of my cell to the hall and collected the cleaning equipment from a senior servant who stood by the hallway with an unimpressed expression on her face. "Good morning, ma'am," I greeted with the widest smile, expecting the same from her but she welcomed me with the most disgusting expression and dismissed me almost immediately.I didn't let that get to me as I hurriedly collected the cleaning equipment from her and followed an older wolf who was followed by other pups. He was in charge of cleaning the hall that will be used for the Moon ball and he had other pups to assist him but more hands were needed as we were expecting lots of wolves from numerous packs, making them choose a fe
KadeI stood with a horrid expression for another second, pinching myself to clear my doubt whether I was still dreaming or it was reality. But it turned out to be a freaking reality. I maintained a decent distance from her, watching her keenly as she submitted to me. While she stood a mere 5'8, I towered her in height greatly at a whopping 6'4, making me have a good view of her from the crown of her head to the sole of her feet. I couldn't help but notice how her small figure trembled greatly as my aura blasted her, making her lean on the canopy stand for support. Weak.I noticed her shivering as the shabby long sleeve dress she wore wasn't doing justice to her, exposing her pale skin to cold as her tiny fingers hugged her slim waist that was hidden in her floral gown. Her odd-looking dirty wavy strawberry hair that rested on her wide hips spiked my curiosity as I stared at it strangely. It was rare for a wolf to have strawberry-coloured hair. Who was she? The more my piercing ga
Ph***eI stood erect as my hands made their way to the markings of the wall, carefully rewriting an almost erasing line that ran vertically. With my inside raging in anger, I slashed a horizontal line against the four vertical lines before I placed both hands on my head, screaming my lungs out and destroying everything within my reach.I took two steps away from the wall that I had marred with tally marks while counting the number of the days I had spent in the past since there were no calendars and tally marks were the only method I could adopt in order not to lose count of the number of days I had spent. I needed to leave this place as I was already sick of it and the mere thought of spending my forever here makes me wish for death instead. But I had to come to the reality that there was no way I could leave the past, not when the portal to the present world had been sealed shut by a group of powerful witches. No one in the world could open the portal, not even a sorcerer... except
EsmeraldaI let my gaze get lost in those oval shaped green eyes of his. Gem-stone green eyes that pierced through me as if trying to read me. At once, they darkened as I could feel his wolf wanting to take over. Those cold, strange, ruthless eyes that were fixed on me suddenly melted as they were replaced with softness and curiosity. I knew what he was thinking without him saying it. His eyes roamed my dried, tangled strawberry coloured hair with questions on his mind. It was rare for a wolf to have strawberry coloured hair. I was grateful that he didn't ask me how I possessed such weird hair colour because I didn't know how. Once, my father told me that every firstborn of the Harper family possessed certain powers and the confirmation of such powers was having a strawberry coloured hair. I froze the moment I felt his curious gaze land on my body, looking at me from head to toe, like I was on display. I quietly hugged my small frame feeling ashamed of my appearance. As if my arid h
KadeI froze in my tracks the moment she threw herself on the ground and grabbed my boot, pleading with me not to reject her. Bold of her. So bold of her to think that I was going to change my mind because of her actions. Begging was irritating and it made me more ruthless. I fought the urge to toss her aside as her slender hands brought dirt to my sparkling black boot. I closed my eyes, as my mind wandered to the past, remembering the torture sessions I passed through because I begged. "Ahh!" I screamed in anguish as the horsewhip landed on my naked body that dripped sweat and blood. I shook the table in an attempt to escape but I was already trapped in it, as my body was tied firmly to it. "Please, stop beating me, it hurts," I pleaded, hoping my father would harken to my voice and withdraw the whip but he proved me wrong by lashing me three more times."Stop begging, Arcade!" His mean voice vibrated throughout the room, making me want to run away cowardly into a hole like a ra
EsmeraldaThe moment he asked for my name the second time, I knew he was referring to the name my mum gave me. But I wanted to be sure, so as not to anger my mate as he was a man of impatience. Esmeralda. Meant Emerald in Spanish and Portuguese. A rare precious gemstone signifying truth and love as my mum always explained to me. Esmeralda. I loved the beautiful sound of the name and I bore it with pride. A tear welled up in my eye and ran down my cheek as a memory of the past flooded me. I remembered a five-year-old me, running out of the school bus, caring less that I could fall and sprain my knees, ignoring the shouts from the school bus driver as my mind was centred on one person. My mother. I couldn't wait to be wrapped in her ever-loving arms while I rest my small head on the swells of her firm breasts, allowing my tiny fingers to playfully comb her soft, silky hair. I slowed my pace when I got to the doorpost, jumping and stretching to open the door as my height was belo