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he added. “Mhm,” I managed to say, but regretted it instantly. A bone snapped so loud that I lost my breath for a split second. I tried to move but the chains gripped coldly at my limbs, holding me in place. This was the punishment I went through every full moon. Stay away from my mate so that I wouldn't hurt him or take him without his consent. I snapped my eyes shut, trying to reach for oxygen, but Noah was my oxygen and he didn't even know yet. Hotness burned somewhere around my chest, and I only swallowed.

Instead I get fated to the king whose family ordered the slaughter of mine, ripped away from my home, tortured both physically and mentally by the same immature sadistic asshole that I'm fated to, and left to rot in the palace all the while the rest of the world moves on. "You tell me! It's not like I chose this life." This was not going well, she turned to look completely at me, she wasn't happy, but I had no idea why she was telling me all this or what her insinuations were regarding mine and his grace's fated pairing. “Maybe this goddess made a mistake.”

Her own upper bunk was piled high with Tina’s and Mia’s soiled garments and stinking socks. In the previous life, she would have started cleaning instantly, without complaint, driven by a fear of Linda’s next outburst. But the woman who had survived an underwater detonation, who held the blood of dozens on her soul, would not tolerate this humiliating treatment again. The knowledge of her destiny, the painful realization that their petty tyranny had led her to the human traffickers, solidified the cold, murderous resolve in her heart. Never again. The thought was a promise carved in ice.

For how long was she going to live in pain? Although she had managed to flee from the dungeon, she was sure the person who had helped her was going to use her from that day on. She was done being a punching bag, and she was now turning into someone's puppet, someone she was not aware of. Karma was indeed a bitch. She had a good life in the past, but her envy towards her stepsister blinded her. She would do anything to make sure that she suffered. Because she was not satisfied at all with what she had done, she decided to frame their parents as well, and they, along with her sister's kids, were burned alive.

Now she was at the mercy of another Boss. How did her life suddenly become like this?. Now she understood the word called hardship. All this while she was on top, she has never had this kind of mixed feelings that she is feeling now. Fate was really playing with her. The universe was against her rule in her world…. And that was why they didn't let her die. They brought her to this world so she could feel the pain in life of being controlled by superiors.

Yet, he had never been there for her, not even once. After years of persecution, the torment continued. She escaped prison, only to be taken into another confinement. He had never stopped humiliating her, mentally and physically. It must have been a living hell for her. He had warned her over and over again that he would make her life uncomfortable, but what he failed to realize was that her life was already so miserable that it could not get any worse. After being tormented in the abyss of despair for so long, she finally decided to take her own life.

I couldn’t see her, but her words were haunting. “It’s inescapable, Saria. You’ll never be free. Get the Hell out of this dreadful place while you still can!” She pleaded desperately. *** My hand was sliding along the door as I fumbled for the handle. Ready to do just as she bid. My mind was already tormented by the haunting image of a young woman torturing herself on the rod of a man. Impaling herself so brutally, time and again. I knew that my own lack of will had brought me back here. Led me straight to Mathis.

I wasn’t too sure I was ready for that. I made my way into the infirmary which was completely vacant considering the commotion outside. I laid her down gently on one of the beds. Her porcelain face looked pained and her breaths were too shallow for my liking. I wanted to make the pain go away, take it all from her so she could rest peacefully. Not just the physical pain, but the mental pain I could see that also plagued her. Most of which I was the cause of. You were supposed to protect your mate, and keep them from harm. Here I was, putting her in more danger.

he yelled at her face while slamming a fist on his desk. “I... I'm so sorry, sir. I... I didn't mean to do that. I promise I won't do it again,” she said, terrified. His furious eyes stared deep into hers. “Slap your face like you did to her,” he said in a deep voice. She fell silent with her pale face. “Do it now! Or I will slap you!” She squeezed her eyes shut as he snapped at her. She then slapped her cheek hard while shedding tears. “Never dare to hurt her again. I saved you from them. I can also ask them to make you suffer,” he said threateningly.

She had tried her best to avoid such a fate, only to be plunged into this nightmare once again. An unlucky soul indeed….. She wished she had died alongside her parents, sparing herself this relentless torment at the hands of ruthless men who knew no honor or self respect. Alone in a cruel world, she finally succumbed, accepting that this was her fate. I will make you enjoy what your first couldnt give you. I'll make your legs shake and your p**sy so wet till you beg for mercy and ask for more, slow and steady, just like my ex does,” he sneered, giving a devilish grin.