"One day you'll wake up and find that the pain is still there but it doesn't hurt quite so much."

- Sarra Manning

WARNING!

THIS CHAPTER HAS MATURE CONTENT THAT DEALS WITH VIOLENCE AND CUSS WORDS. IN CASE YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO SUCH THINGS, DON'T READ.

CHILDREN BELOW THE AGE OF 13 ARE NOT SUGGESTED THIS CHAPTER.

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

YOU WILL NOT MISS OUT ON THE STORY BY DOING SO.

and a long breathe left my throat as I heard the door slam open. Shifting my gaze towards the entrance, I noticed the outline of a familiar body making it's way towards me.

I blinked several times, trying to get my eyes to focus but it wasn't possible. Everything was hazy.

I felt a sudden pressure on my neck and a sharp scream left my throat as I was pulled up by my collar, onto my feet.

I swayed on my feet, barely holding up when my back was slammed into the wall.

"This bitch is still not awake?" A gruff voice hissed, followed by a sharp pain on my cheek.

My weak, injected body jolted at the force and I was sent flying in the other direction.

Ouf! I fell on the ground. My back slamming against the rocky gravel.

"Bring me the water pitcher." He ordered, in a disrespectful, malicious voice to his slaves.

Before I could even register what happened, my face was splashed with what felt like tons of water and I coughed because some went into my nose.

But nothing happened, my eyes still couldn't focus and I still fought to stay awake.

"My lord, she has wolfsbane in her system. That is making her weak and her nervous senses retarded. She won't be able to respond to anything you say till it's effect fades away." One of his slaves pointed out.

The fact that someone spoke without his permission angered him and growled out loud.

"YOU DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!" He growled, grabbing the slave by his neck and snapped it in a second- killing him instantly.

The sight of someone being killed in front of me, danced behind my eyes and my body went cold.

My eyes started to droop and I was about to fall into darkness when a sharp, tiny sting was felt on my right arm.

I hissed and tried to escape but a tight grip kept me in place.

I blinked again, focusing to my side, and a hazy image of someone injecting my arm, formed on my retina.

I panicked and started jerking my arm. At first I thought the person was poisoning me.

But before I could do anything, the needle was pulled out and my arm was set free.

"Antidote will work in a minute, my lord." A soft voice whispered, which was answered with a satisfied growl.

One by one my brain started putting pieces of information together. One by one, things started making sense to me.

Wolfsbane. Death. Abuse. Familiar man. Antidote. Pain.

Oh damn. I was kidnapped.

you want?" I growled, pulling on the silver shackles, as they burned and bruised my skin underneath.

I didn't even flinch. Pain had nothing on me rightnow.

"You know what I want, you little whore!" He said, grabbing my jaw and squishing my face painfully. "I want all the information you have. If you tell me what you know and how, I will set you free. Think about it. No pain. No struggles."

I looked at him like he said the most ridiculous thing ever and started laughing noisily.

I laughed so hard that I clenched my stomach and his face turned a deep shade of red in humiliation.

He lifted his fist in the air and punched me in the face making my jaw snap and my cheeks rammed into my teeth, making them bleed.

I cupped my cheek and spit out the blood. My jaw and cheeks throbbed in pain and my head went dizzy but I stood my ground.

"I won't tell you a thing." I told him. "I have to be loyal to my pack, my family and my people. You are not getting any information from me. I'd rather die than have it easy."

My words seemed to have hit the nerve as a crazed expression took over his eyes and he growled at me.

"So you don't want the easy way huh? What do you want? The pain? It's easier said than done. It's easy to say, difficult to endure. Women are weak and I am sure you won't be able to endure the torture "

My eyes blazed with anger as I glared at him.

"Women are NOT weak-"

I couldn't complete the sentence because he kicked me right in the stomach- my back hit the wall behind me, hurting me badly. I gasped and doubled over but the shackles didn't allow much movement.

"Remove the chains and let me show her what being weak feels like." He commanded and soon the chains were removed.

I looked at him with an expression of pure horror as he walked towards me.

"I would have given you wolfsbane but your wolf is already dead. Poisoned at such a tender age."

My wolf is not dead! I wanted to tell at him, but those words sounded wishful even to me.

"But I want to give you a pain that will taint you forever. Something you won't forget and something that will scar your soul."