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Killing the man that caused her sorrow for six years. She tried escaping after the assault done to her, and the slaves, and again she was caught, she remembered the punishment they gave her, they stripped her naked, tied her back on the table and flogged her with wires and irons, that was the worst days of her life, but it will sound foolish to say that the punishment never deterred her from trying again, from trying to escape again, instead it motivated her to leave the god damned forsaken hole.

Even if she was going to be killed by them, she should at least take one or two down with her instead of keeping her mouth shut and letting them bully her more than ever. Tormentors can never be changed. Hell, they will never change because they feed off from their victims. The cries, pain, and torment of their victims. To Carter and everyone in this pack, she was like an all-you-kick punching bag that they could beat up anytime they wanted. She would have to change herself first if she wanted to change that. She needed to fight for herself. As this thought crossed her mind, no sooner did she recall Carter's words to her in the dungeon, 'Play smart, not rash, Darling.' But then again, she wa

James’s torture had stripped her of everything, leaving her a broken shell. She couldn’t move, her limbs refusing to obey. Even the simple act of making a sound was beyond her; her voice, like her strength, had been completely stolen. All she could do was exist in the torment, trapped in a body that no longer felt like her own. "If something happens to Melissa, just know I will never let you go!"

Yet, at the end of the day, she still didn't understand the reason behind them all. "Mama and papa... I'm sorry. I can't- I can't hang on anymore..." She cried being unable to bare the pain of the last round of torture she was forced to go through. She was shaking all over, leaning against the wall as she tried to figure out a way to rest her body properly with her hands bound and hanging loosely above her head, leaning down wasn't an option for her and sitting wasn't an option either considering the still working tools in her holes down there. Seeing her almost broken legs, standing up is out of the window too. So, it was understandable when she lost the desire to live. "I don't think that

Her scattered messy hair, her blotched face, the visible tear stains spoke of the stories of the torture she endured in that one night ! That reminded him of something she said during her outburst! She had been stripped naked by men in prison? That wasn't his doing! His heart ached at her plight! Why? Why did it have to end like this? Why did they have to bear the brunt of her family’s doings? Why did they have to come this close? Their fates were entwined since childhood coincidentally, yet it was tragically entwined! He had literally driven her to the point of no return, she seemed to have completely lost her mind! And he was sure that he was happy!

But she was not sure if she could tag it as love. "Wow. Just wow. How come I had not been informed about this part of the plan?." Freya said. Her eyes glaring daggers at both William and Xander. Ericka raised a brow. "You were involved in this?." Freya immediately stiffened when she heard Ericka's question. She let out a nervous chuckle. "Em..uh-they had forced me into it, I promise!." William:"..." Xander:"..." Ericka folded her arms. "You're in so much trouble girl."

In that moment, she was the embodiment of wrath and vengeance, a force to be reckoned with. The scene was both horrifying and mesmerizing, a testament to Freya’s dark powers and her willingness to use them without hesitation. The bandits, once eager to commit heinous acts, now paid the price for their malevolence. As they writhed in agony, their violent intentions were met with a brutal and fitting punishment.

She fought a lot until she found that her resistance did not benefit her with anything but more pain, humiliation and torment. She grabbed her palm from Celine's and rushed towards the door, shouting, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but I can't help you, I can't, you don't know what you're getting yourself into, but I do. I've lived under his control for centuries and I'm well aware of his ruthless, diabolical sadism." And she walked out of the room, leaving Celine floundering amid the walls of her oppression and frustration Kayden and Mark won't last long and you still don't know how to save them from their inevitable fate.

I take a deep breath and pull her into my arms and Lykos whimpers at hearing her story. “I’m sorry Asteria, that must have been awful.” I say to her as I kiss her head and she stiffens in my arms. “They took me away. They had me chained in the bowels of their ship. They believed I had some kind of power, but the power didn’t come until later. My darkness it was born of pain. They would beat me daily. I was made to cook and clean for them. When they raided other villages, I was to watch as they did what they wanted with the women. After they had their fun, they would just slaughter them and dump their bodies at sea. They never touched me in that way. The captain made sure of that.” She sniffl

“I know you hate me around Caleb. If you’ll just give me back the baby— I’ll leave. I’ll vanish.” My chest tightened for an instant. To women like her, I had always been the villain— the unwanted fiancée, clinging to an Alpha who never wanted me. A bitter laugh slipped past my lips— but before I could answer, a car door slammed behind me. Caleb stepped out. “Don’t worry,” he said smoothly, striding toward her, his dominance filling the air. “No one’s taking our pup.” She collapsed into him instantly, pressing her face into his chest, trembling as though he was her only lifeline. Caleb wrapped an arm around her waist.