Nightmares

Liberty’s POV

“You see what I have to do, you selfish, useless, little whore.” Kendrick’s scarlet, snarling face is only a couple of feet from the bars of my cage as he spits his venomous words in my direction. His angry purple cock is gripped firmly in his hand, the head of it bending crookedly to the side. The nightly routine runs through my mind with such clarity, I can taste the fear in the air. Another one of his maids kneels before him, her red blotchy face, steaked with tears. Each night is a different girl as he cycles through his victims. She knows what is coming, there is no way the rest of the pack house don’t hear the cries, or notice when one of them goes missing. The same as every other night. He grabs a fist full of her hair, making her scream as he yanks he head back. He has snapped more than on neck as I watch in horror, bars preventing me from doing anything be spectate.

“Please Alpha..” she begs, but her pleas fall on deaf ears, instead he takes the opportunity of