"i'm not living; i'm just surviving. barely."

The silhouette stepped forward, making me quickly avert my eyes to focus on something other than his electrifying, alluring eyes. His aura hit me, the power in it making me cower back. Tension hung evidently in the air. A tingle of fear went up my spine, snaking around my back. Goosebumps appeared on the surface of my skin, the hairs standing up from the powerful emotion plaguing my mind and soul.

"Has anyone ever told you staring is rude?" I snapped, annoyed at his steely gaze that never wavered from my shivering form. His reply was a frown and a sharp glare.

I flinched away, pushing my back against the wall, wishing that it would just disappear and I would have a chance of making it out of here, the melancholic conditions striking up a daunting, perturbing aura that I despised. The silhouette advanced towards my fear-filled form, almost tauntingly. He had the aura of a being so powerful, that I immediately knew what he was. An Alpha.

"Look at me," the Alpha commanded in a strong, manipulative tone laced with a tone of anger that seemed to be enunciated through the small cell, snapping me out of my reverie. Although he commanded me to look at him, I refused, afraid of what he would do to me if I did look at him.

"I said, LOOK AT ME!" he shouted, making his voice ring in my ears. The aura he was letting off was pure, black anger as it seemed to radiate from his significantly larger frame as he towered over me. Panic settled in as I quickly looked up at the stormy eyes of the Alpha. More fear filled my trembling heart.

The cell seemed to grow smaller as the tension in the air grew. The ice cold floors did nothing to distract me, the dreary walls creating an uncomfortable atmosphere I wanted so desperately to escape from. His saccharine scent infiltrated my nostrils even more as he stepped closer. Electricity fizzled around the choking air.

Quickly, but reluctantly, I looked up at him to see those dark blue eyes that were slightly tinted with a light grayish colour. He held my chin forcefully as he looked into my eyes, giving me more reason to move away. But I didn't, in fear of what he would do. Staying still, there was nothing that I could do except stare into those invigorating midnight eyes of his.

The tension was thick in the air, but I could feel the tingling sensation that seemed to appear anywhere our skin made contact. I shivered from the unfamiliar feeling that sent my heart racing wildly. Electricity traveled up my arms, electrifying my body in his vicinity. Something was in his eyes, something that I couldn't decipher, though it lingered evidently in the beautiful galaxy.

My wolf was causing a stir in my head, shouting the word reiteratively in my head. After a moment's silence, he let me go. A blank look crossed his face as his eyes glazed over. I scampered to the far back of the cell, not wanting them to touch me. I wanted for them to go away. Closing my eyes, I took deep breaths, blinking my eyes open.

The guards soon left, as his eyes returned to its original colour, and a stoic, cold look replaced his already masked features. He was attractive; I couldn't deny that. A sharp jawline, with the perfect features, and his lean build created the perfect match. It didn't matter to me, the bond that we have, I could push it away, ignore it. "What are you doing here?"he grunted, his low voice sending chills around my body.

A sense of determination stirred in me, and I spoke up,"I mean no harm. Trespassing on your land was nothing more than an accident." He just stared back at me, almost bewildered.

A storm of emotions seemed to swirl in his eyes, as if he were contemplating on what he would do to me. My head whipped to the side from the sheer force of the hit, a smack sound sending my nerves into overdrive. Sharp stinging pain struck my cheek where he had hit me. "Disrespectful. You need to learn your place. You need to show some respect. I am of higher ranking and I deserve to be treated like one!"

"Respect is earned, but all you have made me feel is hatred for you," I shot back, as I spat at his shoes on instinct, to which he raised an eyebrow at. Slumped on the floor, I watched in trembling horror as he placed his foot over my wrist. In a second, I let out a wail of pain as he put pressure on my wrist, a loud cracking sound confirming my thoughts.

Smirking at my frail state, he then frowned,"What am I supposed to do with you? I expected a high ranking she-wolf who would be able to manage a pack. But look at you! Why, oh Moon Goddess, why have you paired me up with this, thing, that will never be worthy of my love."

I felt my stomach drop as I slowly registered what he was saying. Tears welled up in my eyes, but I blinked them away in an attempt to stop them from falling down. Anger coursed through my veins immediately after that, sending a surge of energy through my veins.

I didn't expect my wolf to make me blurt out,"That doesn't mean that you're worthy of my love either."

He looked at me, the veins in his neck popping out visibly as he looked like a grenade about to go off and burn the whole place down. "What did you just say?!"

"I didn't stutter now did I?"

"You know what? I was planning on being linear to you, but scratch that. I don't care if you're my mate; you're not getting any special treatment. No one, and I mean no one, gets away with insulting me." His once blue eyes were mixed with a tint of red just at that moment, and I shuddered in fear. Leaning against the brick wall for support, I moved to the back of the cell, as far as I could, from him, cradling my broken wrist.

"Well too bad; I just did." I retorted, sending him a glare of my own.

"I demand your respect. You should never talk to me that way, ever again, or there will be consequences. Wouldn't you like to know what the consequences are..."his mouth curled into a feral snarl, wolf-like features beginning to morph. Claws sprouted from his once human skin, fur beginning to surface.

With that, he turned on his heels and walked out of the cell, storming out and slamming the door with all his rage and fury. The person that came back turned out to be the guard from before, who gave me a look filled to the brim with pity and sympathy.

He grabbed my arm, and dragged me to a chamber with walls filled with many different types of torture weapons. I was treated terribly back in my pack, but all they did was use knives, creating scars on my skin and pouring alcohol on it to prevent the scars from healing. Maybe even more, though I didn't know, not being able to stay unconscious for long.

The burning pain was a sensation that made me feel utterly useless, but eventually, they used it so much that I was used to feeling the pain. It was like my own personal torture chamber, and I felt like I was dying the first few times but after that, I slowly got used to it.

This pack, on the other hand, had even more torture weapons that I have ever seen in my entire existence. The guard looked at me sadly, saying,"I'm sorry," in a soft whisper. I gave him a grim smile in return, not knowing what else to do.

I might never make it out of this place alive. I can't think of anything that can be worse than this. Dying at the hands of my mate, a cold blooded murderer. But I had no other reasons to live for. No one wanted me around; I was the most hated one. I had simply lost the desire to live.

The guard cuffed me to a wall, where my back was exposed to them, letting them possibly see the pallid remains of the ugly scars through the ripped parts of my shirt. Hissing at the pain in my wrist, I gritted my teeth, biting my lip. I heard a gasp, and I tilted my head down in shame.

When the guard left, leaving me alone in this torture chamber looking cell, I heard more footsteps. As I looked behind me, I saw a young man, probably in his early twenties, who looked at me and grimaced. I wriggled around, the bounds digging into my skin, sending a wave of pain to emanate from my wrists and ankles. They were coated in silver.

Slowly, I stopped moving, gritting my teeth as I did so.

He stood to the side as someone else entered the chamber. I didn't look behind me, knowing that it was a sign of disrespect.

From what I could see through the corner of my eyes, the guy was probably in his late twenties, and held a eerily sadistic smile on his face that made him look like a serial killer.

"It's such a shame you're a pretty little thing aren't you?"

I didn't answer, not daring to move, not daring to do anything in fear of showing a sign of disrespect. A sharp blow hit my face vigorously as he slapped me so hard, that my face whipped to the side and my neck felt sore. A blade was right on my cheek, digging in so that it cut through the first layer of skin. Pain filled my cheek as the first drop of blood trickled down my face.

As I saw the menacing, gleaming reflection from the shiny surface of the blade, I winced as I felt the knife cutting into my skin, remembering how torturous it was to watch my pack to do the same.

My blood went cold, and my mouth went dry, as I felt the knife going through my abdomen. Reminiscing the horrible memories from my previous pack, I felt a sensation that seemed to wreck through my entire body, sending off a painful tingle that made me groan as the pain escalated. Silver. That knife was laced with silver.

At this, my mind went racing, my heart beating faster, and I could no longer feel anything. I saw stars in my vision as the world spun around rapidly, my hallucinations only getting worse.

Scenes of the torture the pack had severely burned in my mind started to replay like a movie. The name calling, the physical abuse when I forgot to do something, the verbal, mental bullying that left me crying in the middle of the night, crying myself to sleep. The thoughts that kept me awake, all racing through my mind.

Then abruptly, I felt as if I couldn't breathe. I felt as if I was drowning, and I couldn't reach for air. What I thought were my nightmares had become a reality.

A pair of hands gripped on my wrists tightly and seemed to be pulling me down into the abyss that I called normality.

The pain was so great that I let out a cry of pain. I may have been weak, but I couldn't help it. The searing pain ran through my spine and to the rest of my nerves. Slipping in and out of consciousness, I scratched slightly at the wound, as if to pull out the knife.

This continued on for what felt like hours. I could barely stay awake, falling unconscious from the excruciating pain, almost unbearable for me to take.

It was like I could feel the substances going through my entire body, infecting me through the bloodstream. My body could barely hold on anymore.

My health was quickly deteriorating, and every inch of my body was covered with blood and sweat, making the air reek of my blood. A voice at the back of my head, was saying something, but by then, I had blocked everything out.

I could only make out a few voices, and some shouting was involved. I could feel the soft touch of someone releasing my hands from the cuffs.

Slowly, I slumped down on the floor in a heap at the corner, wishing that my life would just end. I could feel my heart beat slowing down, and at that, I smiled. 'I'll be seeing you, mom and dad,' I thought.

Another knife was stabbed into the opposite side of my abdomen. The sharp, piercing pain almost didn't matter when I heard a loud slap, and on instinct, wanted to turn my head, but I didn't have enough energy to do so. Lethargy filled my body, paralyzing me into a numb buzz. I could only lay there hopelessly, wishing for death to come and take the pain away.

Silence filled the room, and the commotion had quickly stopped. My labored breathing seemed to direct everyone's attention on me. I felt myself being picked up, and that was the last thing that I remembered.

Because after that, my eyes slipped to a close, my heart slowing down. I guess this is the end.

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