Chapter three

Elena POV

Pain. Very sharp pain. The kind of pain that runs from your head and down to every part of your body, leaving every nerve, tendon, and bone of your body in acute paralysis, and not causing you to move.

 That is the kind of pain I'm feeling. My vision drowns from blurriness before I can catch a glimpse of my surroundings. Finding it hard to open my eyes totally, I feel like I am blind.

 The moonlight from the bars rushes into my eyes, and under the shimmer, I am chained, hands and feet, and I can not do anything.

 There was no need to do anything. I knew where I was. How I got here, I couldn't tell.

 I can only remember the strong bone piercing into my cunt, and then, strong hands grabbing my stuff, but then, U can't remember what happened after then.

 I try to move. No way. My whole body is wrecked in pain, and my bones are melting with the heat that burned through them, springing up in my and down, as I inhaled the rotten smell of dump and burnt metal.

I am locked in a prison. The packed cell, and because I didn't fulfill both my mates' demands, they had to put me in there. All for the sake that I didn't do as they asked…

 They still wanted to punish me, and let me know that I was inferior to them all. 

 As I try to figure out what to do next, I stumble across everything my legs come in contact with. The prison is stuffy, only floored with wood thatches, and then, some kind of small area you can call a toilet, and on the other side…

 Metals, various kinds. And then, some lone gathering of wood burnt with metals in them.

 I didn't know what this was for.

"Goddess, save me," I plead, wanting a miracle.

 A miracle to save me from the cruelty and despicability of my mates.

 I try to move and get on both my feet, to no avail. I stumble back to the ground before I get to even stand, and my knees and arms brace against the wood thatch, I was bleeding against.

 I watched the pool flow to the end of the room and soak the thatches, my head is bleeding profusely, and other parts of my body too, and there is nothing I can do to stop it. 

I try to crawl, but the rattling of the chains is too loud, disturbing the entire. I bet my mates can hear it from their castle far away, and if I make any other move, I might just die here.

 I breathe heavily, wanting to come to terms with my lungs, delivering a combusting air that leaves me surviving in short pants.

 If nothing is done, I might just die.

   Looking around, with haziness dawning on me, I try to find what to use to free myself from the strong metals holding me down, strategically strapped and streaming down to someplace I can't see.

 Maybe a bolt cutter, or something. 

 My mates are used to using this kind of object to torture me whenever I defile them. Maybe this time, they will kill me.

 I shake, trembling desperately. I need to find a way, but as I try to move…

 Footfalls. Heavy ones. 

 The scent was pungent and strong. Woodsy and tangy. Burning and provocative.

 The aura is domineering and filled with deathly awareness.

 My mates. They are here. 

  My heart beats faster as I notice that it's them, and the resounding and heavy footfalls seem to be like many people marching closer…

 Before I fully get a sight of their shadows.

 A figure, tall and bulky, stands before the prison. I can have no view, only that it is a shadow. The darkness of the outside overwhelms the little fluorescent light that hung over me and fluttered continuously, trying to remain on.

 I peer harder, wanting to know who it was. As I look further, I see two figures.

 Not one, but two. As I had predicted.

 The entire thought leaves me aware that they are here, my mates.

 The people that want my life, this time.

  One of the figures approaches near the horizontal bars of the prison, and I begin to have a clear view, of the other approaches.

 Their demonic eyes fill me with fear. Electrifying tremor begins to occur in my body, and I shudder at the sight of their faces.

 Bloody, lusty gazes that hungrily wanted to taste and devour me. 

 It is better that I begin pleading before they will kill me.

"H-help," I plead, noticing that they are staring.

 Zayn's eyes glow in the dark, and Ethan's aura sways around in the cold. They are looking at me in the best sleazily obscene manner, and their scrutiny becomes an awareness to me.

 Without wasting time, Zayn grabs the bars of the cell. Using the key to crack open the locks, the cell door runs open.

 Seeing as it is, my stomach drops, and my hopes die totally. I was now at their feet.

 They can kill me here now.

"Come on, Ethan, she needs to be ours now. Fucking dirty the last time, I guess you must have had a clean wash," he taunts me, inviting the other beast to join him.

 Two monsters, one prey. And the goddess was looking on, how I am maltreated?

"P-please, l-let, m-me go," I continue begging, in my low-tuned shaky voice.

 Zayn chuckles terribly, and Ethan smirks diabolically. 

 Of course. They show no pity. Whichever weak they saw, they preyed on.

"Now. Strip, Elena. Nothing left, we need to see you bare," Ethan commands. His voice is thick and deep, telling me he was not here for jokes.

 Finding it hard to do it, I try to resist.

 Even if my pride was first, I still need to rethink. Better to save myself and revenge, than to die now.

 The torment was so hard, and I could only think of dying. These people have no sympathy for me, and just laugh like they're playing with their toys, and having fun.

 "I b-beg…"

"Quick!" Zayn adds, in a more terrible tone.

 They don't want to hear my plea, rather they want to satisfy themselves now.

"She's wasting time as usual, I guess this time it will be us," Zayn says, instantly cutting to the chase.

 He walks up to me, and grabs my arm, tugging over the strap of the bra handle that covered my shame.

 Ethan is no different. Choking me with his hard scent, he had no remorse. Immediately, he holds me in place and does as Zayn does.

 I am in between two men, and I have nowhere to go.

 I shake terribly, sweating profusely and these men forced themselves on me. 

 I gasped in shock as I felt the clasp of my bra fail me, my bra falling off so that they could see my bare breasts.

 As they watch, their eyes glow with lust. Ethan grabs and squeezes the left very hard, and I groan and moan from the pain.

 Placing a finger against my lips, Zayn's hands run down from my back to my waist.

 No. It can't be. They shouldn't do this.

 No time to beg them, he drags them off and forces my legs apart.

 In a split second, the tears brimming in my eyes stream down, knowing that I am all theirs now.

 Their property. 

 Their own. 

"Very good," Zayn says scanning me. Pretty bad she's not been fucked, I hate virgins," he says, tsk-tsking his way out of the place.

 Ethan follows suit, still looking back at the mess they have created.

 I try to fall, but then, the next thing is that I am on hold, the bunch of gammas is grabbing me.

"You're for the Alphas tonight. Lucky," he says, taking a bolt cutter to free me from my lock.

 They are vile. Dragging me in the most despicable way to the golden castle they lock me in a room to wait for the Alphas. 

 As if this stripping me was not enough, both of them would pounce on me tonight. 

 It was time.

 Time to change fate.

 I look at the room I am put in. Bright, and perfect. The windows are cracked open, and I can escape.

 Maybe these people are giving me the will to live on. Grabbing some rags I find anywhere, I randomly place them over myself.

 Looking down, it was not a long jump. I can escape now. If they want to kill me, then I need to run. I make the jump, and luckily, the sentinels are off for the night. 

 This was the time to run for these beasts.

 Summoning my wolf Elaine, I shift slowly into a tired wolf, and Elaine has sight of the places we can escape from.

 East gate, she howls and takes to the run.

  Sprinting as fast as she could, she was to head for the woods. Finding the instant opportunity, I sought it to run…

 Well, not too late. 

 They had found out. These monsters were behind me. 

 The loud howls told me they were far off, and Elaine sprinted into the woods.

 Tramping on the garbage and trash cans, she stumbles and scars herself every single time.

 But, not for so long. My wolf is tired. Thorns prick her fur, and for a bad foot…

 My wolf is giving up. Just now I escaped and I am to be caught.

 My luck is destroyed when I hear the growls and howls of prowling wolves running toward me.

 They surround me like I am the perfect prey. 

 It all happens in a blur, before something strange.

 A very majestic and calm but dangerous aura. The kind that overpowered every wolf including my mates, as I can identify.

 The kind of feeling doesn't last long, and I can see myself fading away…

 Before I finally journey into the world of the dead….