Chapter 214: Grace
I groaned as I took another hit. Any sound made it worse, but that was their game, wasn’t it? They wanted me to scream. They wanted me to make any sound. They didn’t need a reason to punish me, but they wanted one. Maybe it helped them sleep at night. I didn’t know, but I also didn’t care.
It all blurred together. Time lost all meaning. These were Kinsley’s goons. These were people who only knew violence. They had been trained for this, and my faster healing had not gone unnoticed even if I really wasn’t able to fully feel her. But she was me, and I was alive, so that was good enough. It just meant that every time I healed, they could do more damage. And seeing Kinsley’s eyes light up when she realized it, made me regret ever allowing myself to be taken back here.
I tried to focus on good things. I liked to daydream about Rhys. He was the one thing that kept me grounded in these moments. He was the only reason I wanted to be alive. I couldn’t find it in myself to stay alive for myself, but I would fight for Rhys. I would do anything for Rhys.
"Well, well, well,” Kinsley’s voice entered the torture room. “Don’t you have those grown men wrapped around your ugly little finger.”
The man who was nearest to me grabbed my arm and held it out to Kinsley. I was too weak to fight it, and she smirked as she dislocated my finger and snapped it like a twig. Dizziness and nausea hit me like a truck as I tried to breathe through the pain. In my past, she had never been brave enough to break bones, even ones as little as a finger, but that had clearly changed.
“They offered to take your place in here.” She continued as she gripped another one. “They begged and pleaded for it to be them instead of you, but that just wouldn’t be the same, now would it?”
She gave me a little pout, before yanking on the next finger, ripping it out of place the same way she just had a moment ago. This was child’s play to her. It really didn’t matter that they begged. In fact, it probably actually made things worse for me, not that I would ever tell them that. She hated that anyone would ever care about me. She didn’t think anyone should. Hell, she probably thought nobody ever would. She had convinced my own father that I was worthless. If she hadn’t been a literal infant, I probably would have blamed her for my mother’s death. I wouldn’t be surprised if she was the reason for my father’s death either...
The realization coupled with the pain made it impossible to ignore the dizziness and nausea. I leaned slightly out of the chair I was chained to and threw up. I hadn’t eaten much, so it was really just bile.
“EW!” Kinsley squealed in disgust. “You are disgusting!”
She slapped me straight across the face, but I hardly felt it. There was nothing about her that screamed strength, especially compared to her goons. But I guess that’s why she had them. She didn’t need to be much. Not with them doing her bidding or anything.
The man put my arm back down and handed Kinsley her new favorite toy. It about the size of a forehead thermometer, but it was far more powerful. Instead of reading your temperature, it gave a little shock, that burned the skin in a perfectly round circle. It was anxiety inducing. She liked to place it on my skin and then wait, so it was a psychological game as well as physical. And I hated it more than anything.
“I don’t know how you brainwashed those stupid idiots out there,” She hissed, pressing the thing deeper into my skin so not only would it shock and burn me, but also probably bruise it, “But don’t think it means anything. You’re still just a weak bitch. Lycan or not, you will never amount to anything.”
“How come I’m a Lycan and you’re not?” I asked before I could stop myself.
The rage on her face was palpable, and I instantly regretted asking as she grabbed my hair and yanked my head back.
“You think you know everything now that you live with a hotshot Alpha King. But you know nothing. He cannot save you, Grace, he isn’t even trying to. You best get used to your life as nothing again because he will be dead in only a couple of days.”
I swallowed hard. It wasn’t that I believed her that he wasn’t trying, but I did fully believe that she thought he would be dead in the next couple of days, and that was a tough pill to swallow.
“Kinsley,” Adrian called out as he entered the room. “You are needed upstairs; I’ll finish this up.”
Kinsley gave him an odd look, but I was in too much pain to care. I heard her heels click across the floor, and then he approached once the door shut.
“Poor little Grace, what have they been doing to your pretty little face?”
He reached out and cupped my face gently, but it was still painful. His touch made me want to cringe, but I knew showing any reaction would not end well for me. That’s why I was so surprised I had taunted Kinsley the way I had.
He leaned in and kissed my lips. I was so shocked that I didn’t move. How dare he? How fucking dare he? But I was in no position to fight back.
He finally pulled away, but there wasn’t enough distance for me to be comfortable.
“It will be better when you no longer taste like blood.” He told me, before his eyes fell to my mark.
“Don’t worry, Gracie,” He said as his wolf fought him for control. “We’ll fix that little mistake soon enough, and your mate will know that you weren’t faithful to him now. There’s no way he’ll come for you now. And if he does, then we’ll be ready.”
He turned toward Kinsley’s goons and motioned for them to grab me.
“Take her back to her cell, so she can think about all the mistakes she has made.”
The dizziness was overpowering as they grabbed at my badly beaten body. I was barely holding onto consciousness, but all I could think was that I needed to get ahold of Rhys before it was too late.
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