Twin Moon - Chapter 255 - Where His Heart Belongs
Aurora.
What the fuck. What just happened, how did she age so quickly. I don’t know what is going on, but I don’t like it. I want out. I looked around the basement, it was still the same, a few extra piles of crap, but otherwise unchanged. I walked forward and looked down at Zee more closely. This can’t be right. The Zee I saw before, in the driveway, she was different. I saw her, she had not a single mark or blemish on her porcelain skin. This one, however, is covered in dark bruises, open wounds and aging scars. There is no possible way this is the same girl. No one can heal scar tissue. Something strange is going on here.
As I gazed down at her unconscious body, I noticed it, an item that I am very familiar with, something that I could never forget about. It was a shock collar. The same kind of one that the hunters used to use on me during my training. How did her father get one though? I know all about this device. Pasha used to tell me all about it as he used it on me. A device of his own creation, he would tell me. Intended to weaken the beast side and cause insurmountable pain. He was always so proud as he spoke about it. If the subject does somehow become able to initiate a change during the process, the electricity would burn the fur right off. I know firsthand though, that the burning it does to the human flesh is something else entirely, worse in some cases. I have a few scars caused by this fucking thing.
The door opened, and the same man as before, Hank, marched down. He was older, fatter, and even more gross looking now. Time has not been kind to him. As he went to stomp past me, I quickly stepped out of his way to avoid that disapparating feeling. He leaned over Zee’s body and smacked her across the face a couple of times.
“Wake up now little slut, it’s time for some fun” he sneered down at her. Fun he says, does he rape her as well as beat her? He pulled the remote for the collar out of his back pocket and waved it in front of her face. Oh, so not that kind of fun, he’s talking about the torturous kind of fun. Hank held down the button and her body started convulsing, she made sickening gagging sounds as she thrashed around on the floor. But above all, the sound of the buzzing electricity was as clear as day in my ears. I know that sound all too well.
Hank roared with laughter as he watched his handy work. What is the lesson here, I wonder. When this was used on me, it was for either being disobedient or for training. As brutal as Pasha was, he was not one to use the collar without reason. What has she done this time? I hadn’t realized before, but she was basically naked, wearing only an overly large and worn-down t-shirt. Is that why she is being punished because she is dressed indecently?
“Oh my God. You should see how stupid you look” Hank cackled joyfully. He bent over with his hand on his hip, like he was trying to catch his breath. He hadn’t even stopped laughing when he began the next shock. Zee writhed in pain, and her father laughed uncontrollably. I wondered as to the purpose of this lesson. If the big dumb idiot would stop laughing for just a moment, and try to explain what she has done wrong, then she could learn from it. As the electricity stopped, Hank crouched down and laughed through some deep breaths. This is where he is going to explain the lesson. Zee slowly lifted a hand and tried to pry at the collar. Her movements were slow and unsteady, her arm shook, and her fingers were clumsy as she grabbed at the strap. Hank snarled and quickly stood back up, he marched over to her and without hesitation, slammed his foot down onto her stomach.
“No you fucking don’t” he swore down at her as she rolled to her side and vomited all the contents of her stomach. A slightly exaggerated hit, and probably not necessary. Surely a slap or a whip would have sufficed. Broken ribs is a tough one to take, and I have no doubt in my mind that he just broke one or two of hers. Though, I still don’t understand the lesson. He hasn’t said a thing about why she is being punished. I always knew what I was being punished for. They reiterated it to me with every blow. But this all seems pointless. If he isn’t doing this to teach her, is this just plain old pointless abuse?
“Please. Stop” Zee coughed as more blood dripped from her mouth. Her dad leaned over her and laughed.
“Now why would I do that, we’re having so much fun” he teased her. I felt anger swirl in my stomach. Even if I don’t like the girl, this is excessive. Lessons like this should have a purpose, or at least a reason. Worse things were done to me. Though by the look of her scars, she has taken her fair share of beatings. But I can’t shake the feeling of anger. Anger towards her father. I've never been one to care, for anyone or anything. Maybe it’s because she looks like me. Maybe I can see myself and my own punishments in her pained face. Fuck. If this bitch is making me weak, I will end her before I let her infect me with useless feelings.
Her body shook again with the volts of electricity coursing through her. In no time at all, she was unconscious again. Hank laughed and wheezed as he looked down at her. He placed the remote on the bench and then went back over to her body. I moved to stand directly behind him, so that I could see what he was doing. He then proceeded to roam his hands over her body. At first I thought he was just being a disgusting pig, getting a feel in while she was out, but that wasn’t the case. He rolled her from side to side, looked over her arms, legs, stomach and chest. The man even examined between her thighs. He was looking for something, but what. Instinctually, I lifted my hand and grabbed the back of my neck. The mark that Saxton told me about, the mark of the Goddess, does this man think she has one too? He pushed her onto her belly and lifted her hair from her neck. He rubbed his fingers roughly over the spot at the base of her neck. But there was nothing there.
“Fuck” he hissed and stood up again. His hands and arms were now covered in Zee’s blood, from his thorough work over of her beaten body. He groaned and wiped the blood from his hand onto his shirt. He stood over her, scratching his head while looking down at her unmoving body. He seems disappointed somehow. I walked around in front of him to look at his face. He was biting his lip and fidgeting, his eyes moved all about the room, bouncing from Zee to the wall and back again. He is worried about something.
The door at the top of the stairs flew off its hinges and toppled down the stairs, followed quickly by a large silver wolf. It looked just like Gunner’s beast, only smaller. The next few moments seemed to fly by in quick succession. Two more wolves joined the silver wolf, and they all turned on Hank. And Gunner tried to tell me that wolves don’t kill humans, look here, these wolves are about to kill Zee’s father. The silver wolf stalked, growled and barked at Hank. The brown one barked at the silver wolf while the smaller dark red mutt whined softly. I thought they were all about to start fighting each other. But no, the silver wolf tackled Hank to the ground and snapped at his face. I could see its claws burying into his chest. Hank begged and cried out for help. Pathetic, he was all high and mighty when it was just him and Zee. I was expecting to watch the silver wolf rip Hank’s head off, but he didn’t. He jumped off the man and ran to Zee’s side. The crunching of bones filled the room, and the silver wolf disappeared, leaving a naked Gunner in its place. So, that was Gunner. But when I was with his beast on the mountain, his was almost double the size. Why is he so small here? Even the human Gunner looked smaller than the one I know.
As Gunner fawned over Zee, checking her wounds and covering her exposed body, that warm feeling from before returned, along with the same sweet scent. I looked around but I still couldn’t see the source of it. The room seemed to grow brighter, but either they didn’t notice or couldn’t see it. Gunner and the two other wolves paid no mind to the additional light, or the odd scent.
Gunner picked Zee up from the ground and held her in his arms. He carried her so tenderly, with so much care and attention. I felt jealous by how sweet and gentle he was with her. I could see the pain on his face as he looked down at her. I could also see the love and devotion in his eyes. He would set the world on fire for this girl. The realization hit me hard. He will never look at me the same way that he does her. As much as I hope and wish for it, I can see it now, his heart belongs solely to her.
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