Chapter 74
(Content Warning)
I drop quickly to my knees again, catching my father off guard enough that he lets go of my neck before I scramble to my feet. He grabs a hold of me but I feign a trip granting me a reprieve from his grip. I dart again down the hallway towards the main house in the vein attempt to get to my room. I’ve memorized every hallway, every exit and every office with a window I can safely jump from without shifting. But escape just isn’t in the cards for me today as I collapse against a locked office door.
A sudden hit to my lower spine with his belt sends me into agony as the painful shocks from my nerves radiate down my legs making them useless against his attack. I groan and yelp as the kicks rain down on me. I’m wheezing hard after several minutes and over a dozen kicks. I’m blinded by the tears welling up within my eyes as he forces me to my feet. His hand is around my neck again as I yelp and scream, trying desperately to get out of his grip only to be met with a hard punch to my already aching abdomen. I’m slammed against the wall worsening the migraine that’s forming from my concussion as my hands are yanked harshly behind my back and his belt is used to restrain them there.
I whine loudly as he pulls me away from the wall.
“Shut up you insolent pup. Seems like my usual punishment of putting twice your age on your ass and your age on your dick hasn’t been enough to keep you away from Sasha so I’ve got a brand new silver lined belt with your name written all over it. I’m stripping you naked so you can feel every ounce of my strength. There will be no mercy as I pound every part of your body that I can reach and you better stifle that yelp of yours. I’m certain you don’t want to show up at Crimson Dawn overdosed on steroids. I hear they don’t take too kindly to drug addicts.”
I’ve grown silent as he describes the onslaught of abuse he’s planning to shower upon my already fragile body. Each time I return from a run, after the council concludes their visit, it becomes increasingly difficult to get a hold of any type of food, let alone my medication. With the damage to my back making it impossible to shift without passing out from the pain and I have had few options for proper nourishment over the last six months. He pauses briefly as he opens the training center’s door, pushing me inside harshly.
“Out! Now!”
He growls at the handful of teenagers currently using the center. My head and eyes are trained to the ground keeping me from seeing those who are actually in the room but that doesn’t keep me from hearing several pairs of feet flee. He stops again at the back room he created just for me. It once was an office used for documenting the test results of the warriors, both in the prospect program and within our pack. He renovated the room five years ago after I broke his desk.
He punches in the numeric code swiftly before shoving me inside. This time, I fall to my knees on the padded floor as my head screams. No matter how hard I try I can’t force myself to blackout as separating my mind from my body is the only way I can reduce the pain I know my body is getting ready to receive.
I’m certain this is calculated. Andre caught her cheating and since I’m the only one that was willing to admit seeing her cheat I’m the one that gets beat for it. He grabs my hands and forces me to my feet, pushing me to the center of the room where he lowers the shackles that hang from the ceiling.
He unwraps the belt from around my wrists but I collapse as soon as he lets go of me. I curl into a ball, my hands over my ears as my concussion amplifies every sound I hear adding to my throbbing migraine.
“Stand him up and hold him until he’s chained.”
My father growls. I have little fight left when I feel Andre lift me to my feet and support me as my hands are yanked away from my head and locked into the restraints above me. I struggle to find my footing, forcing my legs to handle my weight as my shoulders scream from the strain. I’ve closed my eyes as I have no interest in seeing what’s coming to me, I never do.
“Take his pants and boxers off him. Then wrap this around his thigh and make sure you put those gloves on before you take it out of the package.”
I can hear the rustling of the packaging as my brother handles it.
“But dad, isn’t this a bit extreme? I mean, you’re already going to use the silver belt. What if he’s telling the truth?”
“When you’re alpha you can change how, when and why you punish him. If you don’t like what I’m doing to him then stop reporting him to me as a pervert after your luna. If you think he’s telling the truth about her then take care of the situation.”
“You normally need proof before you implement physical punishment or at least I thought.”
I can hear the package open. Dad has never allowed anyone to see what he does to me let alone get them to help. I’m trembling badly as my body has already taken a beating and for Andre to come to my defense means I really don’t want that thing on my leg.
“Make it tight. Dig it into him. Make certain he feels it.”
I can hear the malice in my father’s voice as Andre’s feet shuffle towards me. I kick my legs as he attempts to disrobe me. Unfortunately it seems I made that part of his instructions easier on him as kicking my legs freed me from my clothing quite quickly. I continue my fight while he wraps this unknown item around my leg kicking him several times in the process.
My only reprieve is he doesn’t make a sound alerting dad to the hits he’s taken and he doesn’t strike me himself. It’s only after it starts touching my skin that I realize what it is made of. Why dad didn’t want him to touch it.
I start thrashing wildly, yelping and screaming in pain as it burns into my skin. The cold metal mixing with the burn of silver creating a painful sensation that is beyond anything I have felt before. I’m pulling on the chain holding my arms trying to break free. The only thing on my mind is getting to the band around my leg. I’m wheezing hard as the immense pain and panic have set in.
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