CHAPTER FOURTY SIX

Bounded
Chloe's pov
It has been three good days since I met Diana's parents, the Billionaire and his wife. Three days since I was knocked out black on the cold floor. Three days since I met and was deceived by the one person that loathes me most in the whole wide world. Three days since my right as a Canadian citizen was breached.
Despite my entire ordeal, There are a few things I'm grateful to the moon goddess for. Diana's mum was only joking about having me as a meal; I was more than relieved at the revelation, only the relief was short-lived when I found out that I would be spending the rest of my life in a dungeon far away from food and water, I'm going to die a slow painful and dehydrated death as a punishment for trusting and wanting to be friends with the rich. I wasn't the one that approached, yet I was getting punished for it. And neither is it my fault for walking into Diana sucking face with Micah.
Yes, I'm being punished because I walked into Diana having sex with Micah. Diana is probably afraid that I would rat her out. She doesn't want her Image to be rubbed in the mud and would do anything to maintain her fake reputation even if it means costing me my life.
My heart is instantly filled with sadness. I never asked the moon goddess to make me famous. All I ever asked for was a peaceful and quiet life with enough food to eat and some nice clothes to wear. I'm even sadder when I think of the fact that I'd never see my best friends again—Miguel and Lilly. I might never have the chance to meet my yet-to-be-born Godchild.
Currently, I'm on the cold bare floor whimpering like my wolf is. I'm too tired to cry anymore, and I have lost some weight in only three days.
I hate Marcus. I hate Diana. I hate Mr. Christian Storm. I hate Mrs. Christiana Storm. I hate the villain wolves that invaded my pack. I hate death for taking my parents away. I hate everyone who has ever made me sad and unhappy. They deserved to die a painful, sad, and slow death.
Here and now, I swear to avenge if I am to ever escape from this place. The day I set foot on earth's soil will be the day that will mark the beginning of their suffering. All of them will pay dearly for every ounce of pain I felt and the sufferings I had to endure.
I swear on this day to avenge; blood for blood; pack for pack; parents for parents; freedom for freedom. As much as I have suffered and got humiliated, they will receive in a thousand fold more.
Immediately I finish swearing. I begin to hear rattling sounds which are soon followed by clinging sounds of keys and chains. Suddenly, the door to my cell room burst open at a very uncanny speed—as though someone has pushed it from the other end. I can't look up to see the person's face because I'm too tired. My limbs and every other part of my body is weak.
Not just that, I'm also afraid. What if, once again, my tormentors have come to flinch pain into me with their electric shocker. I cringe when a hand taps me on my shoulder.
"Get up and go," the voice says, but I don't move. It is a prank, I know, and no more will I buy any more of their lies. "Here, take this bottle of water. It would be best to leave here right now. Any second you waste will only plunge you deeper into your condition. Leave now. I will be on guard at the entrance to somehow delay whoever might want to come in. " And just like he arrived, he is gone.
That is the conviction I need. This definitely can not be a prank. I don't want to waste another. It takes me a second before uncorking the bottle and gulping down its contents.
The water is refreshing, the first thing I've tasted for days. It somehow tastes like wine. However, it didn't give me the strength I needed, but this much that I have, should do.
I pick myself up nonetheless and march forward. Like they always say, the journey of a thousand miles begins with a step.
I manage to creep out of prison, and it seems as though this person actually wants to set me free. The area is completely clean of guards and any watching eye, so I slip away, praying this isn't another trap.
Diana's parent's house is only a few miles away from the packhouse and a very familiar residence to me, but right now, after coming outside of the prison, I'm not sure if I know exactly where this place is. It seems like I'm in the middle of nowhere. Nothing seems familiar. One last look at the prison I just escaped from tells me all I need to know.
I was abducted and kept at a place where no one would bother looking for me, that is if anyone will put so much burden on themself just because
of me. As the realization hits me, I mentally brace myself up for a run.
As soon as I'm totally out of that dungeon, I climb over the prison fence and begin to sprint across the bare fields hoping not to run into anyone familiar and doing my best to shield my face while I'm on the run. I wolf out in an instant, and although I only began to run, I'm already very weary and exhausted—I feel like I can pass out in the next second.
My breathing turns heavy, and I struggle to wipe off beads of sweat that are rolling down my face into my eyes, giving me a painful and peppery sting because of its saltiness.
I run and run until I can run no more. Night has come and everywhere is dark. I can barely see my front. I raise my eyes and pray to the moon goddess to spare my life because there is so much I have to do and beg my parents' spirit to strengthen and protect me for the remaining part of the night.
A thud sound cuts through the eerie silent night when I fall to the ground close to a big tree before I feel myself shifting back to my human form. I turn left when I see a shimmer of a burning light coming my way.
Before I can lift myself to continue my run or shift back to my will form, I feel my eyelids close on their own, and before I know it, I pass out on the ground.