Chapter 86
Hannah pov
The morning started just as it had the last two weeks. my mate beating me awake before he violates me calling me by another name. After he's done he beats me once more because I am not the one he wants. He leaves and I lay there feeling my wounds slowly trying to knit back together. Too weak to move right now when the door opens and Julie enters with my tray of scraps and bone broth. All I can only have after I let her give me the shot that I now get. I didn’t know what the pill was they were giving me so I stopped taking it. I would hide it under my tongue and then spit it into my bucket. The bucket was only being changed once a week so the pills settled at the bottom. My mate was informed. I was given a triple beating drugged with silver shots to make sure my system was flushed of what I still don’t know. I don’t know how long I then without food or contact with anyone. My bucket is at the point of overflowing. The whole time I wonder how I am still making anything to fill the bucket when I haven't eaten in so long now.
When they finally brought me something to eat I was given the choice to take the shot and have my meal or refuse and get nothing. The first day I refused even though I was terrified of getting beat I dint know what it was and didn’t want it. That night all I could smell was a baking brownie, butter seared steak, melted butter, and fresh bread. Oh and that mouth-watering aroma of coffee heavy in the air. My throat burning with need my stomach howling in pain at the smells filling the air. So think I can't breathe without choking on a mouth-watering smell. Crawling off the bed trying to find the food I can smell. Not able to find it the scent trail kept changing direction.
That next time I was given the option of a shot and food or nothing I took the shot. I felt the burn in my veins as they worked their way through my body. I had once thought I would be stronger if I was ever in a situation that was my life or this. That I would choose to die. I wouldn't be weak and take the offer of food or freedom if held prior. I would let myself starve to death. Take my own life but I am weak and somehow still have hope because I choose to live scared bloody and alone but I didn’t want to die either. So I took the shots every day each day with less of a fight left in me. I no longer fight my mate off of me and let me do as he wants. The silver burn scars are a solid reminder of who I belong. I have had time to think of Allison and the way I treated her. I never took the time to understand why she shied away. Why does she reject will? I never tried to understand her and what trauma could do. I was stupid to think the world should be as I demand it. My want of something that was never mine got me here. Got me in the shoes Allison barely escaped with her life tried to leave behind. Sending a prayer to the goddess that if I could get away out of this I would change. I would be a better person and never judge someone before I know them again. I think at one point I promised to fall in love with my mate if she could just make it all stop.
But tonight was not any other night. My door flies open my mate rushes to the wall ripping the chain from the wall and yanking me from the bed. Trying to get to my feet as he drags me down a long rotten wood hallway. The floor feels like a sponge as I trip down the hall. My fingers fall through the wall when I press my hand against the wall for support. The overpowering scent of rot and decay is heavy in the air. Stairs come to view as the hall ends. finally getting my feet under me I try and keep up with my mate. The soggy carpet squishes between my toes as I make our way through the floor. Come to a door hanging on by what looks to be a single screw waving back and forth in the open doorway, pulling me through the doorway after kicking the door open all the way. The bright light of the day blinds me as my mate drags me from the building. Tripping when he yanks me down the first step. Tumbling down the remaining two steps I scramble to get back to my feet. A loud growl I know well sounds snapping my head to the left. Jason has his fist through Julie's chest her heart crumbling in his fist. I didn’t realize I had yelled until my mate yanked the chain hard snapping at me to shut up. Tears blurred my vision as the wolves I grew up with flew by me as they could no longer see me. The scent of the woods and animals on the winds soon disappeared. My vision is a foggy dance of color and black dots. The tango to a song only the dots can hear clouded my vision. My limbs felt both weightless and heavy at the same time. My lungs squeeze in my chest trying to pull air into my lungs. The tips of my fingers, toes, and ears freezing. The feeling slowly moved inward up my fingers and feet down my ears towards my head. The tips are so cold they hurt. Trying to move to see my fingers but I can't move. This is the end for me suffocating as I freeze to death naked bleeding with a collar around my next. I pray to the goddess for a second chance at life. A bright blinding light fills the space in front of me causing me to close my eyes.
