CHAPTER 3~ WAITING FOR DEATH

Marlie woke up in her cell the next day, naked and cold. Her body was sore and there was dry semen between her thighs. It served as a disgusting reminder of what had happened to her.

That wolf…no, that lycan…he was a heartless man. She’d heard of him, and not only him, but she had also heard about the other lycan that ruled the world alongside him. They were brothers; born from the same human who had done what humans couldn’t twice; give birth to werewolves. They were so heartless that they hated each other. They killed many of their own kind, even the werewolves feared them, so why did he…? Or rather why didn’t he kill her…?

Her hands hugged around her body as she leant against the dirty prison walls. She felt like his hands were still against her body, touching her in ways she did not want to be touched…she could still feel his hot breath against her ears, calling her something she wasn’t…a slut…a whore…

It was like he was here, rendering her helpless, inputting nothing but fear in her heart. His words were scary, she remembered them so vividly and his touches were prominent, engraved so deep into her skin that she couldn’t forget them.

She wished it hadn’t happened, she had hoped it wouldn’t, but now that it unfortunately had, would she really carry his child?

Would she get pregnant?

Tears fell down Marlie’s cheeks as her hand tightened around her shaking body. She hated that she was forced, and she hated that she had neglected to fight with all her might because of fear.

If she had known, she’d have bitten him harder, if she had known she’d have screamed louder, if she had known she’d have…she’d hav…but wasn’t it her repulsive actions that had egged him on? Even after she bit into his fingers, he was smirking, seeming even more satisfied than he was before.

He said it all turned him on…her fighting spirit, her words of disrespect…he undoubtedly liked them. What a sick man he was, seeing someone in fear should not be appeasing to anyone, so him…why was it so appeasing to him?

Marlie wiped at her eyes, bringing her knees to her chest. She wouldn’t carry his baby, it’d kill her anyway, so why not die a little earlier? Her eyes searched the corner of her cell for the wooden stick she had spent night and day sharpening.

She had hidden it so that the guards wouldn’t find it and this moment was the right time to use it. Scampering over towards where it was, she took it into her hands…

Her neck?

Her stomach?

Which spot would be less painful?

Marlie gulped as she brought it to her neck, her tears now running in gallons. She had planned this from the beginning, she shouldn’t be hesitating, she…sh…

She jumped, hiding the weapon behind her when a guard showed up in front of her cell.

“You…” His eyes summed her up, looking at her as if she was disgusting when in truth, his kind was far more disgusting than she could ever be. “You’re to be moved to a different cell. It seems your worthless p*ssy had done you some good.”

“Worthless…?” His words had the anger that Marlie had buried arousing. “I’m sure you were born from a p*ssy that’s far more worthless than mine.”

“You…!” He shook the bars, glaring at her. “You little b*tch, that mouth of yours had always been what made you get so many beatings. You’re lucky today.”

“F*ck off!”

“F*ck off? This must be what that heartless little sh*t saw in you…you both are the same. Do you think you’re better than me now because you seduced the lycan king? I’ll show you just how f*cking low you are.”

He grabbed for his keys, opening up her cell and stepping inside. Marlie gripped her weapon tighter, clenching her jaws when he grabbed at her long, black hair, pulling her head back. “You little b*tch.”

Marlie smiled up at him. “Your mother was a b*tch.”

His hand connected heavily against her cheek and pain scourged her completely. She could feel the blood spreading inside of her mouth, but her sick and sad smile didn’t falter. “Your mother was probably a bigger b*tch than me.”

He slapped her again and Marlie nodded. “Y-Yeah…go ahead…kill me…” Because in truth, that was what she wanted…it was too hard to do it her f*cking self.

More tears dripped down her cheeks, her teeth now bared to him in a grin. “You’re a werewolf…but you slap like your mother…ha ha…you slap like a f*cking b*tch.”

“That’s it…I’m f*cking killing you.”

‘Yes…kill me…kill me…’

He pulled her hair harder, lifting his hand again. Marlie’s eyes sparkled as it came down against her cheek, bestowing more pain upon her and she looked forward to another.

But unfortunately, it never came…the wolf was pulled off of her by another guard. “What the f*ck Cyrus?! He gave us specific orders! We aren’t supposed to touch her…what if he f*cking kills you?”

“This b*tch has no manners, sh~”

“Then just leave her alone, ignore her or you’ll die at his hands.” The new guard glanced at Marlie. “Get up, it’s time for your shower.”

Marlie begrudgingly stood to her feet. Although she hated listening, the semen between her legs and the touches he had laid against her skin…she wanted to wash them all away.

Her weapon, she grasped it tighter, trying her best to hide it as she weakly walked forward.

“Hands in front.”

“H-Hands…?”

“Hands in front of you…are you deaf b*tch?”

Marlie looked towards the guard who had slapped the sh*t out of her, shaking her head. “N-No…I…”

She gasped when she was grabbed and her hands were yanked from behind her, the sharpened stick falling out of it. The guards looked down at it, both having different reactions.

One seemed confused while the other chuckled in amusement.

“I wonder what exactly you were planning to do with that thing…”

“Leave her be Cyrus…” The second guard gripped her hands tighter as he hauled her out of her cell. “We only got one job and interrogating her wasn’t a part of it.”

He took her to a bathroom, one that Marlie had never seen before. It didn’t have many stalls like the other, it was just one roomy bathroom…a toilet and a bathtub made to accommodate one person and not twenty.  A woman stood inside, hands gripping the hem of her blouse. “Her face…what h-happened to her face?”

“Not that you have the right to question me human, but she got into a fight with one of the guards. A fight that she started.”

“We were told not to touch her…what if he…? He’ll be angr~”

“Shut up, human…it wasn’t our fault. Breathe a word to him about this and before he kills me or my friend, I’m killing you.” He shoved Marlie towards her. “Here, take her…and be careful, she’s a feisty one.”

The woman caught Marlie in her arms, sighing out in relief when the door was slammed shut.

“F*cking asshole…” She breathed under her breath and Marlie looked towards her. “What…What will you do to me?”

“I’ll make sure you’re thoroughly bathed, comb your hair and dress you. I’ll put ointment on your wounds and then take you to your new room.”

“M-My room?”

“Yeah…your room…it seems you f*cked your way on the lycan king’s good side last night because he even ordered that nobody else was allowed to touch you…especially if it’s sexually. You got lucky baby girl…how to be you?”

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A/N// Welp…poor Marlie, she took all that beating and still didn’t get to die…What do you think about the book so far?