Chapter 5 - Reality

Layla POV

                           I woke to cold water being poured over my body.  I jumped up, coughing and wiping the water from my face.  I had been in this hell for over a week.  I had not been able to speak with my parents.  My mate intercepted their calls.  I wondered if they were concerned and if they were going to demand to see me.  He had taken my cell phone when we had arrived at his pack the morning we arrived.

                           “That is my property!” I screamed as I thought back to the moment.  He roared, punching me in the face, and then in my stomach, taking the wind from my body.  I fell to the ground, but he had grabbed a fistful of my hair, dragging me up the stairs towards his pack house.  The pack house was small, and dark.  The grounds were not kept. 

                           “I am talking to you slave!” the woman yelled before me, as she slapped my wet face bringing me back to the present.  I quickly refocused and paid attention.  She had been “training” me since I had arrived.  More like she was one of many trying to break me.  Fortunately, I had my own small room. 

                           It had a thin mattress on the floor.  Nothing else.  I was afforded the opportunity to shower twice so far.  I used the public facility, washing in cold water and wearing the same clothing I had been given the first day I had arrived.  I was not provided underwear.  I was embarrassed.  I knew I smelled.  And people in the pack reminded me of it daily.

                           The first days I had arrived I fell asleep with tears on my face.  Now I was starting to grow numb to everything.  I was scared I was losing myself.  Rafe had continued administering wolfsbane to me daily.  I screamed when he did which resulted in some type of punishment.

                           I was growing weary and missed my family.  But I knew if I did not focus on figuring out a way to escape, I would lose more of myself.  I was growing weaker by the day.  I was not given the chance to train.  And I was being fed scraps after meals.  At first, I had refused to eat, but I quickly learned that I had no choice.  I had to try and keep up my strength.

                           My mate forced me to watch him and his Beta mate with other women.  The pain in seeing the betrayal was torture.  I hated that it hurt.  It was a constant reminder of our bond.  Rafe loved watching me in pain.  The women he used were happy to be used by him. 

                           It gave the women power over me.  When it was over and I was lying in a ball on the floor, they would spit on me as they left.  I was left to sleep on the floor until the Beta dragged me back to my pittance of a room.  I was supposed to be Rafe’s Luna, but I was being treated as their slave.

                           “Let’s go,” the woman standing before me stated.  I had no chance of fixing my hair or even seeing what I looked like.  “What time is it?” I mumbled.  “It is the same time you ask me every day; four in the morning,” she replied.  “We have a lot to do today,” she added.

                           I do not know why she said “we”, it was always me while she sat looking at her phone.  From day one, she sat back and enjoyed ordering me around.  She would carry a stick, and if I slowed down, she would hit the back of my legs with it.  My legs often split open and bled while she laughed watching me endure the pain.

                           She walked ahead of me, while my body protested the movement.  There had not been a day go by where I had not experienced torture in some way, shape or form.   She dragged me downstairs and we started preparing the food for breakfast.  I could hear the warriors training outside, while I was breaking inside.

                           That used to be me.  Always training, preparing to be the strong Luna I was meant to be.  I went through the motions of preparing the food, as the woman had taught me.  The first days of making scrambled eggs had resulted in shells being in the eggs.

                           The Alpha had taught me a lesson that morning.  He dragged me out before the pack members.  My face had been red, and tears had been flowing down my face.  He let the pack members throw all the scrambled eggs at me.  As I had stood there, having food thrown all over my body, he glared at me.

                           “What kind of Luna does not know how to cook?” he roared.  From that first morning, the pack members understood they were to help break me.  I was not to be respected.  There was abuse but many were cautious as the Alpha had not given them explicit instructions on what they could do to me.

                           The breakfast meal was finally prepared, and everyone had come in from the training grounds.  I was expected to serve the food as well.  My trainer walked ahead of me, and then I smelled my mate.  He did not mind the stench that surrounded me.  He welcomed it.

                           “Look at my beautiful mate, Beta,” Rafe stated.  The Beta looked at me with a creepy stare that always made me sick to my stomach.  I placed the food down, and started to move away, when the Alpha grabbed a hold of my arm.  He forced me to sit on his lap.

                           I felt his cock start to harden, as he placed his hand on my thin, bare leg.  I felt his hand start to slide up my under my dress, causing my face to whiten.  The Beta watched on, smirking as the hand continued to move upwards.  Before he reached my core, I stood up, slapping the Alpha across his face.

                           I stepped away, quickly realizing I had pushed too far.  He roared before grabbing me and tugging me behind him.  “I am sorry!” I screamed, repeating the words.  “It is too late to be sorry,” he growled as he pushed me against a wall at the front of the room. 

                           My body started to quiver as I heard him remove his belt.  He took a knife and sliced down the back of my dress.  I had felt the tip of the knife slice through my flesh.  Suddenly my back was bare, and I heard the shift in the air as his belt cut through the air, connecting with my naked flesh.