44 Days In Hell Novels & Stories

KESTER. How much longer was I supposed to keep sitting on my hands? Four fucking days. Four days without my mate. Every damn hour felt like I was being skinned alive, like some cruel bastard had peeled back my flesh and was dousing me in salt just to see how long before I broke.

-------------------- Upstairs, Emily sat on the bare floor, allowing the warm water spraying from the shower hit her body, still scared and in disbelief of what has happened over the past 24 hours. She stood up with almost the last strength she had left, walked to the room, threw a robe and that was when she decided, whatever this is? she’s not giving up, she won’t be cajunned to stay here. She opened the door, this time it wasn’t locked. Maybe Lothaire had thought she wouldn’t try to escape, well he must be an actual joke. “ I’ll keep trying to escape for 365 days” He doesn’t know me yet. He’s in for a long ride

"Then we end this." "Four days," I agree. Through the window, I can see the sun setting. Painting the forest gold and red. Somewhere in those mountains, Kessler is preparing his next shipment. His next sale. His next batch of humans turned into weapons. But he doesn't know we're coming. Doesn't know the Dormant Luna just united five packs under one purpose. Doesn't know his time is running out. Four days. And then we burn his world down.

I didn't smell it. I lay down and let my eyes fall shut. The dawn of the fourth day was slowly, silently beginning to surface from behind the dead pine forest outside the manor. Three days of torment and waiting had finally come to an end. Those who deserve to die… not a single one of them is going to escape.

Loving her as much as I did, I was ready to die for her if it came down to it. So, while Draya locked in on Brielle, terrorizing her with her finger on the trigger, I eased my hand into my nightstand and reached around for my .45. When I found it, I eased it out, cocked it back, and the next thing I heard was a loud POW and then a piercing scream. After that … silence.

"What else did they do to you?" "Nothing yet. They're trying to break me down before they do anything more to me. After four days with no food and water, they dragged me into one of the other tents and threw me down on a bed. One of the men tried to have sex with me, but I bit one of his fingers off." I gape at her. "You bit off his finger?" "Yep," she smiles proudly. "They didn't try anything again after that. I went one more day without water, before they finally had to relent and give me some or risk killing me. So now they're starting my torture over again. It's been almost forty-eight hours without water."

They had been without him for two days, forty-eight hours, two thousand eight hundred and eighty minutes, and every single one seemed like a lifetime of hurt, anger, and desperation. Nick had spoken to the police, and last night at the gig, Nick and the boys in the band pleaded with whoever had taken him to let him come home.

3 YEARS LATER ENGLAND E.C BUILDING IN A DARK ROOM The fearful man repeatedly spat blood from his mouth, his hands were shivering in fear cause he knew that his death was around the corner "please have mercy on me" the man desperately begged the man with a strong dark aura sitting majestically before him. He smashed his head against the ground thrice, he had already began to bleed. "mercy?..." the man scoffed"when you stole my company secrets and sold them to other companies did you think of mercy? "

"I don't know why I even came here in the first place, knowing how cunning you can be. You just lie, lie and lie. You lie so much that you even lie to yourself. But the whole town knows the truth now no matter how you deny it. But I'm glad that you're here; It's exactly where you're supposed to be. Exactly where you're supposed to rot. For the rest of your miserable days. " She stands to leave. The officer starts shackling my hands. " You're wrong, Karla. And you're going to regret this! " She rolls her eyes and stomps away. ÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷ It's been hours locked up inside here. This place is hell itself. The food is smelly and pathetic. You would think it's animal food. It's quiet and confiscate

I gulp down and close my eyes. "He said he would come but he didn't. I used to keep waiting for him in that club every night. Forty-three days. Forty-three damn days! I used to work my ass off and spent my nights in that club for forty-three nights straight, awake— with a second heart beating inside me. But he never showed up. I was alone, devastated and tired! No one knew my turmoil" I open my eyes again, staring at the shining star. "Then one day, the last day of those forty-three days, I gave up. I was tired and shattered, roaming alone in the streets of Texas when a vehicle hit me"