Chapter 5: Tortured

 Mima's POV

The cold wine clung to my skin as it dripped to the floor.

I stood frozen, drenched, the thin fabric of my dress sticking to my body. My breath hitched as the gasps and hushed whispers filled the grand hall. I could feel every pair of eyes on me, some gleaming with mockery, others indifferent, and a few silently pitying me.

My hands trembled at my sides as the broken shards of the wine glass glittered at my feet.

Alpha Rodrick’s fingers grazed my lower back, and I flinched at the contact.

“Oh dear, look what you’ve done,” he said with mock sympathy, the corners of his lips curled in that same vile smirk I’d seen earlier.

I turned my face away, biting the inside of my cheek to stop myself from snapping.

“I’ll help you clean up,” Rodrick said, and before I could object, his hands were on me, guiding… no, dragging me out of the hall.

I looked over my shoulder. No one moved. No one said a word.

Not even Dylan and Stephanie… She looked elated.

The room Rodrick took me to was dimly lit, likely a spare guest chamber. I tried to twist from his grip, but his fingers dug into my arm.

“I can change myself,” I snapped, trying to pull away.

“What's going on?” Dylan's voice came from behind us. It turned out that he had been handling things next to us, and Alpha Roderick accidentally brought me into this room.

The smile on Alpha Roderick's face froze, and a hint of fear appeared in his eyes. "She needs to change, I'm with her to help. It's all because of me, and hope...we...we didn't bother you."

Dylan's eyes looked back and forth between me and Alpha Roderick, and when his gaze fell on Alpha Roderick's hands around my waist, his eyes showed a hint of gold.

Alpha Roderick's notoriety had spread throughout the pack alliance, and everyone knew it. So when he forcibly dragged me out of the dining hall, I knew he was planning something despicable.

For a moment, I wished Alpha Dylan would say we were bothering him and let me get away from Alpha Roderick.

“I'm about to get back to dinner, hoping Stephanie isn't mad at me for leaving her there.” Dylan's lips curled into a smile, and my heart sank. “By the way, she is a maid who belongs to my pack, don’t let her die.”

Alpha Roderick completely relaxed after hearing Dylan's words and hugged me directly into his arms. He chuckled, slamming the door shut behind Dylan. I lost my last chance to leave the room.

My stomach twisted as he reached for me. I stepped back, fast, but I was already cornered. My back hit the wall.

“I said… don’t touch me.” I said through gritted teeth. 

Rodrick didn’t care. He closed the space between us in seconds, pressing me against the wall, his hands roaming.

Panic surged through me, and I shoved at his chest, The long period of hunger made me very weak. “Get off me!” I screamed.

He slapped me, hard.

Stars burst behind my eyes as my head snapped to the side.

I tried to run, but he caught me again, this time slamming me onto the bed. My wrists were pinned above me, and his face hovered too close.

“Let me go!” I thrashed, but I was weak. I had been fighting since I got here and I basically had no strength left. 

That didn't stop me from fighting but to be honest, it was useless. 

Tears welled in my eyes, not from fear, but from fury. I hated how powerless I was. I hated how they all watched this happen. I hated that I didn’t have the strength to kill him.

“You’ll scream,” he whispered, licking his lips. “They always scream.”

He pulled the edge of my gown ripping it into shreds and taking a piece and tying me to the bed with a strip of the cloth. 

I was soon left in nothing but my underwear and no matter how much I squirmed, I couldn't shield my naked body from his roaming eyes. 

He turned away from me for a moment, searching through his pockets for something. 

I watched as he pulled out a mini camera. “When I first saw you in your father's pack. I always imagined you lying naked under me. Now. We finally did it. Let's record this moment. I will enjoy it when I go back.” 

Then he set the camera before unbuckling his belt and raising it up in the air before he came down to my skin, sending immense pain. 

A scream tore through my throat as he struck me with the belt again, whipping every part of my body. 

My body felt as though it was tearing out from the inside and with each strike, I felt closer to death. 

I kept screaming as my throat burned for air. My wolf inside me was whimpering in pain and she couldn't keep up with my healing so I was left with multiple scar wounds on my body. 

“Yes, scream. Scream and let me hear your delicious cries of pain.” He said. Looking extremely satisfied with himself. 

He stopped for a moment and raised my hand to his crotch and placing it there. 

He moaned like an animal, closing his eyes. “Look at what your whimpers and screams have done to me.” He muttered, smirking as he took in my miserable state and the look of horror on my face.

He began to undress himself as I started screaming again. This time for help. For anyone to come and save me…

I didn't want this dirty pig touching me anymore. 

He was about to pull down my underwear when the door exploded inward, splinters flying.

Rodrick was ripped off of me before I could even process the sound of boots hitting the floor.

Dylan.

He moved like a beast possessed, grabbing Rodrick by the collar and throwing him across the room with a snarl. Rodrick hit the wall with a sickening thud, groaning as he slumped to the ground.

Dylan was on him in an instant, fists flying, a blur of rage and blood. I curled into myself, trembling. I didn’t want to see this, I didn’t want to be here. My heart pounded, my breaths coming out in shallow gasps.

“Touch her again and I will kill you,” Dylan growled, his voice nothing like I’d ever heard before. “She’s not yours. She was never yours. Do you hear me?”

Rodrick didn’t respond, he couldn’t. His face was already a mess of blood.

Then Dylan turned to me.

I tried to look away. 

But he crossed the room in three strides, dropping to his knees in front of the bed. His eyes, dark and stormy, scanned over my trembling body.

He slipped his arms under me and lifted me in his arms. 

He still had a pleasant scent on him, which calmed both me and my wolf from our extreme irritability and fear. Dylan put his suit jacket over me and I held on to the edge of it tightly. I felt my cheeks getting wet and I couldn't stop the tears from flowing.

As Dylan held me against his chest, carrying me away from that cursed room, I clung to his shirt and sobbed. Loud, ugly sobs. My fists gripped his collar, shaking.

I couldn’t stop but he didn't utter a word. 

I still hated him.

—

Dylan had taken me to the pack's infirmary to treat my wounds and left me there. 

The doctor was a young man with glasses too big for his eyes. 

He was surprisingly calm and didn't bother to ask how I got my wounds as he tended to them.

He stitched an open wound, making me wince. 

“I'm sorry, I'll try to be a little nicer with the stitches.” He said and I felt my heart warm.

“Thank you.” I whispered. 

He continued to do his work and in no time, all my wounds were stitched up and the ones that just needed ointment had it applied on them.

“I'm pretty sure this is more than deserving of a maid.” I joked and the sad look in his eyes tells me how right I am. 

He really was doing more than I deserved. 

“Thank you. I told him again and squeezed his hands.” I jumped off the bed ready to leave when he spoke up.

“You need to stay for a while so that we can observe your wounds.” He said pushing up his glasses. 

“You’ve already done enough. I know that must be out of your Goodwill too. Please, what's your name?” I asked.

“Martin. It's Martin.” 

“Why are you helping me Martin?” I whispered.

He looked down at the floor and when he looked back up, his eyes were misty. “I'm from a fallen pack too.” And that told me all thatni needed to know. 

I nodded and smiled at him, walking out of the room and the infirmatory.

I came back to my room alone with bandages around my body and a prescription that I was supposed to take. 

My door was pulled open and someone walked in as I laid on my bed, staring at the ceiling. 

“Child, how are you doing? I heard all that happened in the dining hall.” one of the head maids that I had noticed earlier walked into the room.

She opened the door wider and walked in carrying a big first aid kit box. She walked towards me but stopped abruptly when she saw that all my wounds were already covered up.

“Oh. You must have covered your own wounds.” She smiled sweetly and I nodded. There's no way I'm telling her that the doctor did this. Who knows why she's being friendly with me.

The door was still open and someone walked in, making me stand to my feet from the end, Stephanie.

“Get out, now Julia” she shouted at the head maid who left as quickly as she could.

“Seize her” the guards walked up to me and held me down, cuffing me again with silver chains. How did these chains not affect these people? They were always holding it and what didni even do now?

“What did I even do to you? Leave me alone!” I screamed but she didn't say anything. She just stared.

“I warned you to be away from my Alpha.” 

“I didn't try anything with him, I swear. Let me go.” I retorted.

She flicked her wrist and one of the guards brought out a blindfold and blindfolded me and I was dragged out of my room.