The Dungeon

**Present**

“You just don’t know when to stop, do you?” Sam growled, painfully grabbing Amari’s jaw. 

“He’s right,” I whispered.

“Who?” Sam asked curiously.

“The guy earlier, when he said you would make an awful Alpha.  You will live the rest of your life submitting your neck to someone, and that someone will be me.”

“Is that so?” he grinned evilly.

“I didn’t stutter,” Amari sassed back.  She doubled over once Sam landed a punch to her gut.  She barely recovered when he grabbed a fistful of her curls and snatched her head up. 

“Listen to me, bitch.  You are a nobody.  The world doesn’t even know you exist.  Your disappearance will not be noticed.  I am excited to spend my evening causing you as much pain and misery as possible.  This is a much better way to spend the night than attending a party.  Thank you for that, Amari,” he said with a wink.

“Anytime,” she chuckled, earning another punch.  She winced when she felt Sam’s fingers tighten in her curls.  He yanked her head back and forced her eyes to meet his.  “You know?  You’re not half bad looking.  Maybe I’ll keep you around for myself for a little while.  At least until I find my mate, and then I’ll toss you aside like the trash you are,” Sam threatened. 

Amari’s eyes screwed shut when he roughly pressed his lips against hers.  She panicked.  She had never been kissed before and would have hoped her first kiss would be with her mate.  The forced kiss became aggressive, and the more she squirmed, the tighter his hold became.  Amari felt his tongue prodding at the seam of her lips, attempting to gain access to her mouth.  She parted her lips slightly, only to bite his bottom lip. 

Sam let out a muffled cry as Amari attempted to bite through his bottom lip.  His hands wrapped around her neck, and unfortunately, Amari was forced to release him once she couldn’t breathe any longer. 

“Shit!” he yelled once he was released.  He could not believe the bitch.  The audacity of her, after he considered giving her a chance to be his.  She should be so lucky!  He thought to himself.

The next thing Amari knew, she was dragged into a large silver cage in the middle of the dungeon. 

“Strap her down,” Sam instructed the other guards. 

Amari kicked and screamed as she was forced down into the chair with silver restraints.  They wrapped a thick, silver chain around her neck and chest, and her wrists were strapped into silver cuffs on the arm of the chair. 

“Gag her!” Sam instructed, tired of hearing Amari’s scream.  She was giving him a headache. 

Amari’s heart rate began to pick up once the gag was placed in her mouth, preventing her from screaming for help.  She prayed that maybe if she screamed loud enough that Alpha Beaumont might hear and have mercy on her. 

Her eyes widened once another guard wheeled in a tray filled with tools and syringes.  Sam chuckled once he noticed how wide Amari’s eyes went and how she shivered in the chair once she saw the tray.  Sam wondered what thoughts ran through her mind. He would enjoy his time with her. 

“Do you know what this is, Amari?” Sam casually asked, holding up a vial.  She could not respond due to the gag and refused to acknowledge him.  “It’s liquid silver.”  Amari’s spine straightened, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of continuing to cry.  She had Alpha blood in her and could not show weakness. 

Amari’s eyes followed Sam’s every movement as he inserted a syringe into the vial.  He gently pulled the plunger on the syringe back, filling it with the cool silver that would bring any werewolf to their knees.  He whistled as he completed this process five more times. 

“You ready?” he asked with a cheerful grin on his face.  “Doesn’t matter.  I’m ready.”

Sam grabbed the pinky finger on Amari’s left hand and jabbed the needle of the syringe underneath Amari’s fingertip.  That was enough to make Amari cry out in pain.  Silver heat coursed from Amari’s finger and up her arm to her shoulder. 

Sam tossed the empty syringe onto the tray and laughed at the flood of tears from Amari.  He continued the process.  Her eyes rolled to the back of her head once he was done with her middle finger.  Sweat dripped down her face, and her pulse in her neck was visible to the naked eye.  He watched it pound away from the adrenaline and silver that rushed through her. 

By the time Sam reached her thumb, Amari felt she was barely holding onto dear life.  Her eyes fluttered open and shut, and her drool soaked the gag and dripped down her chin.  At one point, she passed out again from the searing pain. 

“AAAAAHHHHHHH!” Amari screamed once she felt her fingers being crushed.  Sam was hammering away at her hand like a madman.  With each drop of the hammer, she could feel the bones in her hand fracture. 

Amari would not be able to heal due to the silver injected into her hand.  She would be left with a mangled hand for the rest of her life. 

It was then she knew she would die in the dungeon.  Her life ended before it could even begin.  She was at least grateful she was able to experience the beauty and wonders of the outside even if it was only for a moment.  Even though Amari was suffering because of her mate, she did not wish ill on him.  If anything, she wished him well.  She hoped life would be kind to him, and maybe he would be able to find someone in the future who would love him to the moon and back.  One thing Amari knew without a shadow of a doubt was that she loved her mate, and she prayed he came to his senses before it was too late for her.