Chapter 167

**/////WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINES TRIGGERS./////**

**Damien's POV**

I was on the balcony outside mine and Alora’s room, standing there under the moonlight, staring off almost sightlessly at the willow tree. Three days and three nights....that's how long it's already been since Alora's kidnapping.

I was doing everything I could not to lose my mind, but each day without Alora was utter hell. Her scent on our sheets, her things here and there all over our apartment. I looked down at the picture on my phone.

It was Alora laying on the lounger in front of the koi pond, the willow in full bloom behind her, the sun coming through the leaves and vines to shine spottily on Alora, creating a dazzling effect.

Over her belly, she was holding a large framed picture, the sonogram of our pups. the smile on her face was one of pure happiness and joy, her violet eyes sparkling with so much love I could feel it through the screen.

I wanted to howl in pain again, my very reason for existing was captured, and being tortured by her half sister, held in some concrete cell, chained to a celling. I knew this because Sarah had sent me a picture, with the caption.

"Got your whore...how big and bad are you now?"

I had nearly destroyed my office in the fury that had ran through Zane and I at that text. Looking at the picture I felt my eyes burn and I let out a whimper, dropping to my knees under the weight of my despair again.

If only that picture had been the only one sent, Sarah has scent another recently. In this one, Alora is awake, but the look on her face was cold and arrogant, the look on her face and in her eyes had given me a bit of hope. Until I got the third picture.

The third picture wasn't close up like the seconded one, it was zoomed out. There was a black haired snow white skinned male with his hand on my mates chin. The look and smile on this male's face sent a piercing arrow of fear for my mate through my heart.

Sarah’s next text was "Don't worry, we won't let her get lonely while we have her."

It was meant to let me know this male intended to rape my mate, and Sarah was just going to watch it happen. I haven't been able to sleep since the moment I got that text. How could I save my mate from what was going to happen to her.

I felt so helpless at the moment, there was absolutely nothing I could do. How was I supposed to stay sane enough to save her. I have made myself keep it together, knowing Sarah was getting some kind of sick pleasure at using Alora's pain and torment to torture me as well.

I heard soft foot steps behind me, but they were not the ones I was so desperate to hear. A thin blanket was draped over my shoulders, and my mothers warm comforting arms wrapped around my shoulders as she knelt down next to me. With my face in her neck, my shoulders start to shake as my tears fall as I silently sob, mom rocks me side to side.

"Oh my poor baby, I'm so sorry my sweet boy." She says, tears in her voice.

I hear heavy foot steps behind us, then felt my fathers familiar embrace as he hugged us both. "You have to sleep soon son, you can't keep going like this." His voice deep with his concern, his own pain just under the surface.

"I can't, every time I close my eye, I hear Alora screaming, begging me to save her as that male violates her." I tell them.

My father stayed quiet after that, and just held us, my parents trying to comfort me as best they could. How could I accept it though, when my mate was out there, being abused and tortured again and again.

**Alora's POV con'd**

After the nameless creepy psycho threatened me with what he was going to do, he let me go and backed away. He turned to Sarah who was staring at him with an aroused look in her eyes, the look also seemed to hold a touch of fear. Goddess, this pair was actually turned on by each other, it made me feel sick. The psycho looked over at Sarah.

"Come here bitch." he demands.

Sarah’s eyes flash with anger, but she walks over, then he grabbed her by her hair and pulled Sarah forward and she let out a cry of pain. He brutally took Sarah's mouth, biting into her mouth till blood was rolling out from the corners of her lips and down her cheeks.

He let her go with a push that had her staggering back, her blood smeared on his chin and mouth, then he slaps Sarah, making her drop to her knees with a cry. The thing was...Sarah seemed to be getting off on his treatment of her, judging by the look in her eyes.

"Shut up or I'll shut you up." he growled at her, then slapped her other cheek, Sarah let out another cry. "Looks like I'll be shutting you up."

He reaches down and opens his jeans, pulling himself out, he was aroused with what he had done to Sarah. I turn my head so I couldn't see what was happening anymore, but he grabs my face with one hand, his grip strong and his nails digging into my chin, causing blood to drip down my neck onto my chest, the drops soaking into my top.

"Your going to watch as she suck's my cock, so you can learn what to do like the proper little whore I'm going to make you." he said, his tone filled with cruel amusement.

With his other hand he grabs Sarah by the hair again and shoves his member down her throat. He didn't care when Sarah started too choke and gag, he just kept himself there, I could actually see where he was so far down, that her throat was expanded with it.

He waited till Sarah started to scratch at his thighs causing blood to run and her eyes to start rolling back in her head before he pulled out enough for her to breath. Sarah got one breath before he started to mercilessly thrust into her mouth, over and over, not pulling out enough for Sarah to breath again.

I tried to look away from it all, but with him holding my face in the direction he was I could still see it all happening out of the corners of my eyes. Sarah’s desperate try to escape his hold, and his pleasured grunts reaching my ears.

"That's it bitch, suffocate on my cock." When I heard what sounded like Sarah throwing up he growled. "Swallow it bitch, swallow your puke." He still didn't stop.

I couldn't hold it back anymore, and I vomited on him, he looks at me furiously. Letting go of my face finally, I turn my head away and close my eyes, but it couldn't block out the sounds of what was happening. I heard clothes rustling, and it sounded like his jacked hit the floor, then there was a cry and some slapping. I heard clothes being ripped, and Sarah was crying out again.

"Bitch hold still, I'm not done yet." he demanded of Sarah.

I heard a scream from Sarah, but it was cut off a moment latter and the sound of Sarah chocking came next. "Open your eyes right now and watch me fuck Sarah or your next as soon as I'm done!" I knew he was talking to me, because who else in here could it be.

I opened my eyes, not wanting him to come anywhere near me. Sarah was on her back on the ground, blood running down her naked chest and stomach. The male held a bloody knife in his hands, letting me know what caused Sarah’s wounds. He was holding Sarah’s throat closed with his other hand.

Sarah was gripping his wrist and her eyes were rolling back. Her body jolting with every thrust this male was driving into her. He tossed the blade down and starts rubbing his hand over Sarah’s wounds, pushing into them, tearing them slightly, making them bleed worse and then he rubbed the blood all over Sarah’s front.

He let Sarah’s throat go enough that she didn't pass out and got another deep breath in, before he started chocking her again. I couldn't take it anymore and closed my eyes tightly. My eyes being closed didn’t block out the sound of what was happening though.

I heard Sarah’s chocked whimpers and the slap of their bodies coming together, the smell of blood, and now sex. I couldn't help it and vomited again, some of it landed on me. The smell of my own vomit made it all the worse, I was so nauseous. I knew what he was doing, he was putting on a show, wanting me to be terrified of what he was going to do to me.

Well, I was not only terrified at the thought of this psycho touching me, I was now thoroughly sickened by all this. Especially when I heard them both cry out in ecstasy not long after I closed my eyes. Opening my eyes I looked at Sarah's face, she looked blissed out, she had actually enjoyed what the psycho had done to her. They say birds of a feather flock together, well I say psychos flock together with other psychos.

I sag against my chains as I fall back into an unconsciousness state, all of this having been to much for me in my weakened condition.



**Author's Note: Thank you to my concerned readers, my family is doing much better now, I am now too. Thank you all for your well wishes and staying with me this far in to my book.**