(Content Warning)
(8 year old Cole POV)
I yelp as I’m awakened by a sharp blow to the back of my neck. Before I can fully process what’s going on I receive a harsh slap across my face. I grab the side of my face, gently rubbing away the sting as my eyes well up in tears. I yelp again as my mom starts yelling at me.
“What are you doing sleeping before dinner? There’s too much you need to get done before you go to bed and you know it.”
I try to back away from her as she’s only inches from my face. Unfortunately this show of fear earns me another hard slap across my face before she grabs me by the back of my neck and drags me out of my chair.
‘Fuck! Not the submission hold. Anything but that.’
I think silently. But it is. She forces me to my feet as I try to fight against going to my father’s office, the place of nightmares for me. My fight gets worse, crying and begging my mom not to leave me with him but as always my pleas fall upon deaf ears. She opens his door to find him on the phone. I get shoved harshly down into a chair, I know better than to run away.
“What has he done now?”
Father asks with a sadistic smile on his face as he hangs up the phone.
“His teacher called asking questions as to why he was sleeping instead of eating lunch and I caught him just now sleeping instead of doing homework.”
I try to reason with them even though I know it’s useless.
“I’m allowed to sleep during lunch and my homework is done.”
“Silence!”
They yell in unison as I cringe farther back into the plush armchair. My eyes are quickly darting between the two of them as they discuss what the punishment will be for sleeping in school and before bedtime. The problem is, they’re in a link so as not to share the sadistic punishment I’m in store for.
I can tell by the darkening of my father’s eyes that he was going to take his frustration out on me which means this isn’t going to be a simple bare bottom belting. No, this was bound to be much worse and I can’t stop myself from shaking and whimpering in fear.
“Mommy please don’t leave me.”
I whisper as she walks by, tears again in my eyes. She doesn’t so much as glance my way giving me a nauseating feeling in the pit of my stomach.
“So, what had you up so late that you can’t stay awake in school?”
His voice is low, growling out every word as he walks toward the cabinet holding his favorite belt.
“Daddy, please.” I whisper, “you know I was with you until eleven last night. I always go to bed at eight, nine at the latest.”
“You liar! You know no such thing happened! You were sent to bed and simply didn’t go! Put your arms straight out in front of you! Stand up!”
I’m whimpering badly as I try to stand but I’m shaking so bad that I fall the first time I try.
“Stand up!”
He yells again, making me yelp in fear. I finally stand with my arms out in front of me and he doesn’t hesitate to bring the thick leather belt down hard across both my hands.
“How dare you lie.”
“Daddy, please. I wouldn’t.”
I yelp as another crack of the belt lands across my hands. Fear gets the best of me and I pull my hands away as he swings a third time hitting the floor.
“You insolent little pup! Put your hands up!”
I raise my arms again, shaking uncontrollably as he brings the buckle side of the belt down upon my wrists. I jump back away from him as I cry out in pain bringing my hands to my chest infuriating him more. He swings the belt again only this time he strikes me at the back of my knees causing me to collapse into his desk hitting the side of my head. I stay on all fours as my head spins from the hit and my vision is blurred from my tears.
“Get your ass up! Get your arms across the desk!”
He yells, grabbing the back of my shirt and lifting me to my feet. He shoves me against the edge of the desk making me gasp. He grabs both my arms and stretches them harshly across the desk. I just barely gain my footing when the belt comes down across my hands again. I scream as the heavy metal buckle hits my left wrist. He’s now hitting harder and faster than before, the metal buckle hitting the same spot on my wrist repeatedly.
When I finally get some sense back to me, I pull my arms back, cradling my left against my body. I can feel my wrist is already starting to swell from the brutal hits it's receiving and the smell of blood from the cuts the buckle creates as it hits my tender skin. My cries are hysterical as I beg him to stop but there is never any stopping him.
He grabs my neck before reaching for my hands and pulling them out again. He shoves me harshly against the desk again as he slams my head into the hardwood. It’s as my head is spinning from another hard blow that he starts again.
Repeatedly, the blows land across my wrists with the heavy buckle landing hard in the same place. A sudden pop in my wrist sends a wave of sharp pain through my arm resulting in my blood curdling scream echoing through the room. I collapsed to the floor, screaming in pain as I know he’s broken my wrist for the second time this school year.
“You’re weak! This is nothing compared to battle! Get up and take your clothes off!”
I try to stand on legs that barely support me. My hands are swollen from the relentless hits and my left is worse than my right. It’s a struggle to undo the button on my jeans with my right hand, considering I’m left handed, and I know I’m not moving fast enough when I feel the buckle come down hard against my neck.
I yelp in pain as I blindly fumble with the button on my jeans. It’s after the third hit to my neck that it finally comes free allowing me to take them off followed by my shirt and boxers. I’m shaking and crying uncontrollably, begging him to stop as I have no understanding as to why he’s being so brutal.
He grabs my now naked body by the neck causing me to scream from the cuts and bruises left by the belt buckle as he forces me towards his desk. I struggle, yelp and scream for someone to help me but all it does it cause dad to slam my head into the desk again. This time I’m choking on my own blood as it fills my mouth. He lays his body over mine, pinning me to the desk as he leans over the side to grab the leather straps he’s bolted to the underside of it. He stretches my swollen and battered arms out again, roughly tying them to the desk as I frantically scream in agony.
As soon as I’m tied to the desk the beating and tirade of mental abuse starts again. I scream with every hit as the buckle digs into my back, butt and thighs. I can feel the blood as it slides down my legs causing me to squirm and kick desperate to rid myself of the disgusting, crawling feeling. But dad gets too close and ends up kicked in the thigh. A maniacal laugh soon comes from his mouth as the beating with the belt stops.
“So we want to kick now? I’ll give you something to kick at.”
I’m panting hard trying to catch my breath as best I can when I feel him behind me. He grabs my thighs painfully hard as he lifts me off the floor spreading my legs unusually wide.
“You get what you give, son.”
Within seconds his knee makes a powerfully hard impact into my groin. I try to scream but I have no breath to scream with. Within seconds a second followed by a third and fourth hit to the same area occurs leaving me unable to breathe let alone function. It’s only as mom speaks that I even know someone has entered the room but he doesn’t stop immediately upon her entrance. My delicate body parts have been smashed repeatedly into my intestines close to a dozen times by the time I hear her.
“Charles, what the hell? This isn’t what we agreed to. He's already missed enough school for them to suspect something going on. You can’t keep getting carried away like this. He’ll be out at least a month after this.”
“He kicked me.”
“So. He’s chained to the fucking desk.”
I hear him sigh and I can only hope that it’s finally over. He grabs me again, lifting me up part way. This time when he knees me in the groin not only does he smash my body parts into my intestines but just below my ribs hits the edge of the table. It’s when he does it a second time that I violently start vomiting all over his desk shortly before passing out from the excruciating pain.
Tuesday, January 23I fall from my bed as I violently fight against the blankets that I have wrapped around me. My ass hitting the floor jars my back badly sending waves of sharp pain through my back and legs, knocking the breath right out of me in the process. I immediately start into dry heaves as my body starts trying to rid itself of what little I managed to eat yesterday. I scramble on all fours, never making it to my feet, as I push myself to the bathroom before heaving dinner into the toilet. As I sit back against the tub I realize that not only am I in a serious panic attack but I’m starting into a bad asthma attack as well. I’m gasping for breath as my panic consumes me. It takes everything I have to keep myself sitting up but I know it’s not going to last as black spots litter my vision. I manage to check my watch and register in my mind that it’s midnight. ‘Great,’ I think to myself ‘still seven hours before someone finds me’ as I collapse into unconsciousness. I wake gas
“Try to relax with me Cole. I just want to help as you’re struggling really bad right now.” I nod my head slowly as I try to force myself to cooperate. I fail miserably, letting out a soft high pitched whine that I’ve had since childhood. I’ve learned over the years that as I’ve gotten older only certain people, mostly the doctors, can even hear such a distressing whine. I step away from the alpha as he steps closer to me, whining as I do, just to be stopped by Damian’s grasp. I notice Damian making eye contact with his dad suddenly before talking with him. “He’s been making that weird little whine a lot and he’s struggling to breathe bad enough that he’s not talking.” “You can actually hear it?” Alpha Demetri sounds shocked. “Yes, but I’ve never heard a whine like that. Have you?” “It’s not common for an adult to have that whine, but I have heard it plenty when I was an intern at the hospital during my pediatric rotation. Pups experiencing high levels of distress and pain wil
Exactly to his words, once I’m standing, he guides me in a gentle turn allowing me to feel when to sit instead of pushing. I sit on the edge of the bed, pushing myself to breathe as it feels like the vise on my lungs is clamping down harder. The whimpers from my childhood are even more persistent as the spike in my anxiety is getting worse, worsening my asthma.“Dr. Pierce was able to get a hold of Dr. Carter. He mentioned that you get really anxious in the hospital making the whole process of getting better harder and longer. I have also picked up on your hesitation towards me. Which makes me believe that your alpha is quite harsh with you. Is he?” I nod my head slowly as I attempt to talk. “My .... dad ...” “Your dad is also your alpha?” ‘Damn that was a quick put together.’ I think as I slowly nod again.“So you are indeed one of Alpha Charles Redmen’s sons?” I nod again. “Okay. I feel this is going to be strange for you but I would like to try to help you like I do with Dami
“I know it’s hard but it’s important that you don’t fight us right now. We’re just trying to help you. You’re in a really difficult situation being in a new territory with leadership you don’t know or understand. I get it. I really do. Is there anything we can do that will help you relax?” “Xanax.” “You take a sedative when in the hospital?” I nod slowly as I attempt to reach for the mask. “Let me put the mask on you. I promise it will help you.” I shake my head trying to get away as he brings it close again. He lets go of my hand as my wheezing worsens from the stress, gently placing it on the back of my head while finally placing the mask on my face. “Just breathe Cole. I won’t strap it to you yet but you need to breathe.” I try to fight but he moves with me, keeping the mask gentle on my face allowing me the time I need to accept it. “Angela, do we have any Ativan here or is it only at General?” “I stock the half milligram dose here. How much?” “Let’s start with two pills.
Suddenly my chest cramps up badly and I can’t help but fight everyone around me. I hear Dr. Pierce instructing Alpha Black as to what she needs. “Demetri, I need that mask to stay on him and I need space to listen to what his lungs are doing when he’s like this.” As hard as I’m fighting, Alpha manages to keep the mask on me without smashing it to my face like most others have. Dr. Pierce manages to stay gentle with me as well while I’m starting to panic from the lack of air moving through my lungs. “You’ve gotten real tight on me and your oxygen level has dipped badly. I know this hurts bad but I need you to submit to us, let us do all the work. All I need from you is to breathe. I’m going to get a different mask and put more medication in the nebulizer. Demetri, if you can, go ahead and try to lay with him. This amount of stress is going to drop his body temperature and Dr. Carter already told me he tends to run on the low side. He’s going to need your body heat until we get every
I find myself relaxing with the alpha’s sermon towards his beta. I can tell by the sound of his voice that he is remorseful for his harshness without the alpha getting overly aggressive with him. I feel him on my hand again and once again I pull away, whining persistently as I don’t want him on me after that encounter with him.“Relax Cole, he’s not going to do it again.” This time he keeps a firm hold on my hand as I move around, following my movements instead of yanking on me. “Much better, Patrick. He’s just like Damian when it comes to needles, only he’s a harder stick which means when I start I need you to keep him still without yanking on him.” “Yes, ma’am.”He sounds submissive now but that doesn’t make me any more comfortable with him. Dr. Pierce uses my movements to get the band around my arm. The discomfort of the tight band spikes my anxiety, tightening my chest. I start moving my legs slowly against the alpha’s using caution when it comes to anything sensitive. “Cole,
(Demetri’s POV)I start stirring around as the familiar tingles of the bond alert me to Lillian’s presence. “Don’t try to get up quite yet. Angela and I need to help get you loose from the young man you seem to have bonded with.” She whispers softly in my ear. My wolf purrs softly as I open my eyes to be greeted with the gentle sky blue eyes of my mate, my luna. I give her a gentle smile receiving a short but passionate kiss from her in return. “You told me that you had a meeting with Angela and one of the prospects that came in last night but I got worried when I didn’t find you in your office. Angela filled me in on the events of earlier this morning. I came in about two hours ago. He was still fairly rough so I left you with him hoping that being with you would help.” I close my eyes briefly as she runs her hand gently through my hair.“He’s been abused, Lilly.” “I figured you believed as much. You don’t usually invest this kind of time on the first day unless you see somethin
“Lilly, can you lay the pillow down where Demetri was laying, raise the rail and plug it in.” I give her a loving smile as I help her with Angela’s request. “Cole, if you understand what I’m saying I need you to let go of my hand.” It doesn’t take long for him to respond, slowly letting go of her hand. I easily notice the tremor in his hand but don’t say anything about it. It’s when she places the stethoscope to his chest that he startles badly enough for him to return to the distressing high pitched whine he’s had most of the morning causing Lilly to cover her ears. Hearing a whine like that triggers memories that she still hasn’t let go of from long ago. She looks at me with tears in her eyes as I pull her gently into me, holding her head against my chest so she can wrap her arms around me, grasping the back of my shirt into her fists. It’s only a few seconds later that I can hear her through the mind link. ‘That’s why you think he’s been abused.’ ‘That’s part of the reason, y