Tuesday, April 2nd
When Andre’s crew had me filled with so much hope, how, goddess, does it go so damn wrong….
Tuesday, April 2nd
The rest of my travels went well and despite the shitty weather, we made it to the Red Moon cabin in the early morning of the 30th. Mason stayed with me until Alpha Redmen called everyone back from patrol. Jason was right after all, it was crazy to think he’d leave such a large team of warriors and guardsmen out in such weather.
I was asleep when Mason left. He gave me the courtesy I have seldom received both while he was here and when he left. I found a well written note left on the counter when I woke up around 2pm on the 31st. He explained that Alpha Redmen called his team back to the pack house for his usual lunch debriefing before they’re allowed to return home. He had sincerely hoped to stay with me until Andre came to get me but he did at least explain that Andre did link with him, that he had made contact with Alpha Julian of the Red Moon pack and that I would be entering Operation Underground while in his care. Andre was supposed to come to the cabin at dusk on April 1st. That’s where everything went wrong.
Happy April Fool’s Day to me, Kristoph showed up around noon with Sasha and Melinda. It was only because of the locked door that I was able to gather the few things I had out and stash everything including myself in the only closet in the cabin. That’s where I’m at now. I have no idea if this was a planned trap or an unfortunate coincidence, either way I’m trapped curled in an awkward ball looking through the slats of the closet door.
As hard as dad tried to beat it into me that sex is wrong, their first round when Melinda took the lead, as much as I despise her, I couldn’t help but enjoy the show. Her passion and love for my brother allows me to fantasize about the loving embrace of my own mate. My desires to make her feel good, wanted, cherished and loved. I am a man after all, so it’s got to be a normal desire.
Yet on the flip side, the persistent orgy going on in front of me is nauseating. He only allowed the ladies one round of sex where they controlled everything but it became apparent very quickly that the slow, sensual and loving style of sex didn’t satisfy his needs. He is a true animal and I have spent hours, possibly days listening to some of the most pain filled screams and yelps I’ve ever heard.
His sex with Melinda is the absolute worst as he uses the tie to purposely hurt her. He reminds me of the four years dad used the tie to punish mom for interrupting my beatings. It feels as if he took lessons on creating the worst possible pain for his mate. My only hope for the lady is that she’s a fast healer.
It’s only after four rounds with Melinda and six with Sasha that the three of them finally sleep. I move my body cautiously trying to figure out my capability to get up and out of the cabin only to find that my position has locked my back up. While I will not pretend to know the full extent of my injuries, what I do know is at least one is permanent.
The beatings and the whipping injured my back in such a way that I cannot shift or heal properly, combine that with periodically losing strength, control, or feeling and, at worst, all three, getting into an awkward position for long periods of time tend to be my worst enemy.
It’s the sudden sharp pain in my back that warns me to keep my movements slow and fluid. I learned years ago how to deal with it when it gets crabby. Alpha Demetri was the first person to ever see me when I’ve lost all three. I can usually feel when my back is going to act up and I do everything I can to get myself to a safe location, out of the prying eyes of those who would use it to hurt me.
Unfortunately, this warning means that escaping while they sleep isn’t going to work and I’m better off trying to sleep. While the closet is only deep enough to put an adult’s coat in it is quite wide. I gingerly move my body around until I’m laying on my left side. I was lucky enough to find several towels, folded sheets and blankets on the shelves behind me making it easy to create a nest to sleep in. While it’s not the most comfortable situation it certainly insulates my body from the cold, damp air trying to come up through the floorboards. I’m also grateful that Mason left me his coat. His scent is a constant reminder that there are good wolves in this pack, the ones that I was isolated from. I pull the hood of his coat over my head and throw a blanket over my legs allowing myself to fall into a fitful sleep.
Wednesday, April 3rd
It’s the bed slamming against the wall and the screeching of a woman that wakes me. It’s the fourth time that I’ve been awakened by such commotion. Laying on the floor seems to have put me in even worse shape than sitting did as it’s impossible for me to move without screaming. I lay my head back down on the makeshift pillow I made out of the sheets I found in the closet. The cabin is dark, all I can see is the light glow of a low fire against the wall and, surprisingly, the digital clock. It appears to be 2am. I adjust my position the best I can considering the cramped space and do what I can to sleep. I silently pray to goddess Diana for some sort of break. My entire life I have fought to do good just to have the shit beat out of me for the smallest things. For once in my life I’m so incredibly close. Please, Diana, give me what I need to get out of here.
Thursday, April 4th
I wake up again to everything being silent. I move my legs slowly in the hopes that my back managed to work itself out despite my inability to stretch out. While I’m still tight, I can move my legs without pain or weakness. I keep my movements slow and precise as the smallest jerking motion could send my back into muscle spasms rendering me helpless.
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