5

Three weeks had gone by in a blur.

Her weak whimpers were muffled up in the silent area. The first week she had tolerated with patience however the second week was hell. In the span of this time, the female and male guards came by just to punish her. They would bring different types of torturing weapons like whips dipped in silver, electric devices, cigarettes and much more.

The old and fresh bruises inflicted on her body had ached throughout the whole time period.

Two days ago a guard came by and had cuffed her hands from the roof letting her hang there without any support. His dirty hands had roamed all over body without any shame as he whipped her on the back until blood had seeped out of her cracked skin.

Ilaria was finally left alone in her own dried blood. She couldn't heal properly due to her wolf not being present.

"C-Cherie?" Her broken voiced whispered in her mind but to her avail all she heard was silence. "I.. m-miss you."

A soft smile grazed upon her lips. "Y-You know what Cherie? W-We found h-him.. but.." Her words died down in her throat when the door once again opened. Two guards came inside. They opened the silver cuffs letting her fall down with a thud.

"Get up, rouge." Tilting her head in confusion, she tried to obey their commands however couldn't, since the energy within her body had long left her. It had been three weeks since she had ate or drank something. Her inside constricted in pain when one of the guard yanked her up on her feet.

"Pathetic."

She swayed back and forth, not being able to gather her ownself. "Alpha is waiting, be quick." The other guard spoke making her breath hitch in fear. Was she ready to face him? Maybe not, after what she'd been through by his commands.

"Just drag her."

And that is exactly what the guard did.

He roughly dragged her outside like a dog.

Yanking her through several dark hallways, they finally arrived a specific one which was covered with crystal gems. It was lightened up with gold and white bulbs. "Stand here, I'll inform the King." The other man stated and walked towards the huge oak double doors.

A few minutes later, the man once again emerged and led them to the doors.

Suddenly she was thrown on the red carpeted floor. A silent whimper left her mouth. Ilaria gazed at her scraped knee, the only thought lingering in her mind that she got another injury on her already battered body.

"Rise, rouge."

The man from earlier kicked her torso breaking away her hazy trance.

"Rise."

Her body immediately stiffened as she intook the booming deep husky voice that engulfed the whole area.

Clutching her eyes shut, she wanted to be left alone. "Rouge, can't you hear the King?" The guard once again kicked the side of waist harshly.

She heaved a heavy sigh and mustered up all the energy she could. Finally, tilting her head, her eyes instantly met the coldest ones.

And there and then she knew, her life was about to end for good.