I’m Not Just A Human

After I woke up, I was in a underground prison cell. My hands were chained above my head to the wall and my feet were also chained to the wall. My wrist were already bleeding from the metal cutting into my skin. My neck was on fire and hurt like hell from the twins marking me.

The cell I was in was not really big, but also not small. The cell smelt of death and rotten things. Their was a table with tortures tools in the cell  and a single bed that had a old mattress with blood stains all over it. The room was so cold , but I liked it since my body felt like it was on fire. Other the my wrist, I had no other injuries yet, but my neck burn from were the twins marked me. My eyelids felt heavy as I try to keep them open and my head is running with questions that needs answers.

“You are finally awake. Good.” I hear the person from my nightmares say. I try to lift my head to look at him, but I have no energy. I feel a stinging pain across my face, after he slaps me. He grabs my jaw and lifts my head so that I could look him in the eyes.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

“How dare you run from me! How dare you let does mutts mark you. YOU ARE MINE AND MINE ALONE. ” Henry yells through gritted teeth. I only look at him, since I couldn’t find any energy to talk. He slams my head into the wall behind me and I immediately knew that my skin split, since I could feel the blood running down my neck. Eventhough it hurt. The pain wasn’t so bad, the only real pain I was feeling come from my mating marks. As if Henry read my thoughts he runs a finger over my marks. The pain increases and I scream as it feels like someone is burning me. He stops and smiles. My eyes have become blurry with unshade tears.

“You are a stupid bitch, you will regret letting them mark you. After I’m done with you, you will beg me to kill you and best of all is that they will feel how in pain you are.” He laughs out and sadness forms in my heart. I don’t want them to feel my pain. That was never a part of my plan. Guilt washes over me as I realize my mistake. Henry presses my head against the wall and places his head in between my head and shoulder. Everytime his breath hits my neck, it feels like a dozen needles are stabbing me. He moves closer to the place were the twins mark me and he places a small kiss on it.

“Stop!” I whisper-scream out of breath, after I finally find my voice. My mating mark feels like it is being touch by acid.

“If you didn’t want to feel this pain, you should have let those mutts marked you.” He hisses out. I feel a rush of anger pass through me as he calls the twins mutts. He moves to the other side of my neck and starts to give sloppy kisses on my other mating mark. I scream as it feels like his lips are razor blades cutting into me. He licks over my neck and I scream again. He laughs at my pain and I feel how some of my tears run down my face.

“If you thought before you run away was bad, you are mistaken. I’m going to show you wat true pain is.” Henry says as he steps away from me. He moves to the table with the torture tools. He takes a small but sharp knife. He traces the sharp point down from my arms to my neck and stops when he reaches my chest. The knife hasn’t broken skin yet. He stars at my breast and bits his lips.

He moves his free hand up my thigh and up my stomach. He stops at my left breast and cups it with his hand. His touch has always felt wrong, but this was different his touch didn’t just feel wrong, but it felt disgusting, unnatural and painful. He grabs the fabric from the lingerie set and starts cutting down and stops when he reaches my bellybutton. He drops the knife and moves his hands under the cut fabric. He cups both breast and suddenly starts to attack them with his mouth. I tried to squirm, but it didn’t help, I screamed for him to stop, but he didn’t hear. I felt like puking. I felt his hand rip the rest of the lingerie set away. I was bare naked now. His hand move down to my core and entered me. I scream and scream. Hoping someone will hear my calls of helps, but sadly nobody does. Henry loosen his pants and just as he was going to rape me a voice rang down the prison halls. He growls in disapproval, but I silently thank them.

“What the fuck do you want?” He growls and a man appears from the halls. I can’t see him very well, since their is only a small dim light in the room.

“We have a problem.” His calm voice say and Henry look furious. He takes a few short breaths and then looks into my eyes.

“We’ll finish this later, princess.” He says  with a lustful glint in his eyes. When both the men leave, I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.

I really hope the twins didn’t feel that, I silently pray.

William’s POV

One of our warriors and trackers were following Sophia and Henry,  but we told them to stop when they entered a rogue pack territory. Grayson and I was busy planning a way to get Sophia back. Grayson suddenly fell to the ground and grunted in pain. I moved to him, but my  legs gave in after the first step. My neck was burning and my chest felt like a truck was resting on it. I struggle to breath and the pain just become worse. My wolf roars out in pain and I soon hear Grayson’s wolf also growl in pain.

Sam comes running into our office and tries to help us. I feel my wolf servicing and another growl erupts from my chest. Just as I was about to give control to my wolf, the pain stops. My chest fills with air and my head stops spinning.

I look at Grayson and his pain also stopped. He stands up and throws our chair against the wall, before roaring in his alpha tone. I move to him and places my hand on his shoulder.

“Breath brother.” I say in a calm voice and watch as his chest rises and falls. After a few seconds he calms down and I feel how his anger turns into sadness.

“It was her pain.” He whispers and my heart breaks. He was right, the pain we felt was from her being hurt. My wolf cries for her and I feel how water start to form in my eyes. I quickly shut them and try and calm myself.

“We will find her and make Henry pay for what he did to her.” I say and mean it as a promise.

“He will have a slow death.” My brother promises as well and we nod to each other.

We are coming Sophia!