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RENEE'S POV
"Have you heard me?",
I nodded my dizzy head and he seemed satisfied with my response.
He messed with the chains and locks letting them fall loose and I stood up, my body swaying with the remnants of whatever it was still in my system.
"Can I have a little privacy?" I asked.
"Privacy?" The man looked at me like I spoke a different language.
I rolled my eyes at him. "At least turn your back. I know I'm a rogue but at least give me some privacy",
A grin broke out across the his face as he winked at me. I felt a shiver go down my spine, and not in a good way, but then he slowly turned his back to me.
I took the opportunity to try and make a break for it.
My legs were still wobbly and my head spun like it was the earth going around the sun. I don't think I even got half way there before i felt large arms wrapping around my waist and pulling me hard against a chest.
"Sneaky, sneaky. But we've learned not to trust people like you." The word people sounded almost like a snarl and with the end of his sentence I felt a sharp pinch in my neck again.
This time it took a lot longer for the drugs to take me under, like being forced under water by the waves, drowning with no way to get help.
Help.
"Why are you ... doing this to me?", I stammered as I felt the drug do its job in my body.
The man just chuckled and bellowed a repulsive laugh as he slapped his knee in genuine humor. After pulling himself together he cocked his head as he looked at me seriously again.
"My, my. Looks like you still have some life left in you, my dear. Don't worry it won't last long. You will not be killed yet but by the end, you will be begging on your knees for death." He said cruelly and he smirked at me. Anger had stirred inside my empty gut and I glared at him.
"I wouldn't be so sure. I would gladly skip to death. It's a win-win. You don't have to waste your time on me and I get to join my sister! Do you think I care. I have no one who likes me so even if you kill me, it won't change anything" I spat out and my body started to shake in pure and utter rage.
His face grew red at my outburst and he clenched the bars of my cell in his two meaty hands. A growl ripped through his throat.
"You will address me as beta you piece of shit mutt."He yelled at me," And if you ever disrespect me again I'll chain your feet up too."
I could physically feel the waves of anger that he emitted.
Suddenly he turned and shouted down the hall," Bring me the cart."
I was bewildered. Cart what cart. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion as a young male wolf around my age walked down the hall pushing a metal cart with his head down. I craned my head as I tried to catch a glimpse of what was on it. As soon as I did I paled. A whimper escaped my mouth as I took in the dreadful sight before me. Small surgical knives ranging from the size of my pinky to the size of my foot. Each blade was razor-sharp and shinny. A few vials of liquids were also there and I had no doubt that at least one was the deadly wolfsbane. To finish off the assembly was a whip that looked menacing. I started to shake and Alpha Ren looked over and gave me a wide smile. I shrank back at the cold venom that his one look contained.
"Don't worry my sweet girl. I won't kill you yet, Alpha hasn't decided to meet you yet but expect the worst" He said as the boy who had brought the cart quickly walked away. I think I might have caught a small look of regret on his face but no one would have known. No one would stop this psychotic monster.
He then took out a key from his worn jean pocket and unlocked one of the my rusty lockers in the cell. I tried to become one with the cold stone wall behind me but it was no use as he stalked near to me. He went to work stationing the cart against the wall and assessing the tools before him. He started to sort through them as if he were shopping for clothes at a mall until he found the one he wanted. It was a small silver knife that was just bigger than my pinky.
"Perfect one to start with don't you think." He started to walk towards me until suddenly he froze. "Oh my excuse my poor manners. What is your name rogue?, up to now I don't know it"
I looked at him angrily. My heartbeat loudly in my chest as my eyes flitted between the knife and his face. Both made me want to throw up. Then I realized something. Oh, goddess, I was brilliant. I had no clue when or if I would make it out of here alive but right now I wanted the drug to make unconscious.
For once I wanted the ground to swallow me but it was all useless. This was all my fault and I had to deal with it.
I looked at him with all the hate I could muster and snarled one word. One name which wasn’t even mine. "Christine",
"Shit", Before he could reply, I lost my body balance and then my body hit the ground in a pile of flesh and bones. I braced my hands on the floor as I composed myself. It was painful but I couldn't stop anything. I was starting to black out.
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