TAMING THE PLAYBOY ALPHA - Chapter 77: Chapter 77
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: COLD SHOWER
FREYA'S POV:
Time has passed and yet, the concept of time itself evades.
I don't even have like a chalk or something to write the number of days I've been here. Even if I did, I don't know when day or night is.
All I know is the endlessness that consumes me. The stillness and nothingness, the quietness around that draws me closer and closer to madness.
Yeah, there's food once in a while but it's shit, and the good stuff only seems to come with Lucas' occasional visits.
He visits to monitor me and report back to the Alpha king what's going on, while my mental health rots away in here.
That fucking snake.
I can't even be angry right now because being angry required a specific amount of brain use, which I couldn't pull off right now.
Now, today or whatever day it is, the most pressing issue I cannot deter anymore is how much I absolutely stink and need a bath, and to brush my teeth.
There's no shower in here, only a toilet that serves it's purpose as best as it can.
But I need a bath so terribly that I'm ready to trade my belongings for one.
Belongings that are not present with me.
I mean, I'm not actually a criminal. The only crime I've committed is simply existing, and so, I don't this deserve this unnecessary treatment.
I don't deserve to smell like crap and live in filth.
From the moment I had woken up from sleep, I had already decided I was going to get one, one way or another.
old town road' and the gears begin shifting within the door, unwinding every lock before it clicks open
Finally!
I screech internally.
Once the door pulls open, there's a lady on the other side. Probably her shift to watch my cell, and I'm giving her an awful day but that's not my concern.
"What is it?" She asks coldly with a hard glare as he looks down at me.
She's a tall, muscular woman that looks like she can knock me out with a simple slap.
Still bet that Xena could take her though.
"I need a bath." I state firmly, standing my ground despite her hostility.
She growls at me, but I fold my hands and glare back.
"If you're planning on staying, hope you're ready for a full day of bothering from me till I get what I need." I threaten.
I'm more than ready to give her hell, and sing a whole album of songs I have memorized by heart.
She's reluctant, not wanting to give in. But on seeing my determination, her stiff shoulders slump.
"Fine." She responds
And then, she walks ahead, expecting me to follow.
A lady of few words, I see.
I follow her into a labyrinth of white painted hallways that all look identical.
It was like a prison within a maze, making it almost impossible to escape.
Yet, the guards knew every twist and turn, like it was nothing. Probably memorized the whole thing.
I have no photographic memory which sucks, but I will definitely find my way out of here for sure.
We stop at a door that she pulls open and it leads to this wide space with tiled grey walls and a drain on the floor in the farther corner.
The floor is wet, so I instantly assume this is some kind of shower room.
She locks the door behind her, and stands still as a statue.
"Uhm, are you going to watch me take a shower?"
I ask but she gives no response, her face stiff and unreadable as ever.
Great. Just great.
I can work with that; I don't mind her seeing my butt as long as I can smell like a human again.
I slowly take off all my layers of clothes that reek and hang them on some hooks I find pinned to the wall, probably for towels.
Once I'm naked and clutching on my small tits, I look round the room, finally realizing there are no shower heads.
How the hell am I supposed to bath without a shower?
Before I can turn and ask, a sudden force hits me hard and painful in the back, pushing me forward.
It feels like I'm being pummeled by a heavy fist.
"What the hell?" I turn to look behind me, realizing what it is.
The female guard holds this big hose, mostly used by fire fighters in her hands, aiming it directly at me.
This isn't the shower I was promised!
Before I can complain again, she shoots me with the harsh torrents of water that feel more like tiny painful beads hitting my body than refreshing water.
I wince once it grazes my bruise, and splashes in my eyes. But she has no care, hosing me all over for what feels like ten agonizing minutes of torture. She's relentless, directing the powerful force against me in all directions.
"Stop!" I yell out continuously, but she doesn't.
Every trail she leaves is bruised, and every new part of my naked body she faces becomes suddenly abused. "How do you like your bath, huh?" She taunts me.
"Please, stop!" I beg, tears gathering in my eyes. She keeps it on till she satisfied, and turns it off.
I'm left panting hard, naked and wet on the floor with my skin reddened from the assault disguised as a bath while shivering from the cold.
She snickers now, watching me trembling against my will, drawing entertainment from my suffering.
This bitch.
I want to say a few words on my mind, or lunge at her, but my boy is weaker, much weaker since getting here.
My bruise hasn't healed, and I definitely have new ones.
I was no match in my present state, couldn't even stand a chance.
If I needed to remain in one piece and find a way to get out of here, I need to suck in all this bullshit.
I can only glare pure scorching rage at her, and hope her face melts off.
"Get up!" She yells suddenly, tucking the hose away.
Once I'm dressed, I get dragged back into my cell and tossed in before the door shuts just behind. I'm dripping wet and fucking cold in my old dirty clothes with more bruises than ever, and my eyes sting with tears as I crawl into a ball and cry pathetically.
It finally dawns on me just what I'm faced with here.
The weight of my situation I've constantly doubted or overlooked falls on me now, and it's crushing and depressing.
It's too heavy that it's hard to breathe.
I stay folded in a ball for a long while, not knowing for how long. My wet body is already dried by the time the door beeps again and opens. Startled, I'm on my feet, scared from the possibility that the guard might decide to tease me more for her gratification after being bored.
But it's only Lucas.
My apprehension morphs into hate.
"Hey." He greets, dropping my meal on the table with a bottle of water.
I only get bottle water the days he comes by, I realize.
I look at the colorful food and back at him, growling like a feral animal.
"What are you doing here?"
"I came to give you food." He answers, avoiding my eyes. "The guards can do that, unless you're working on your part-time holiday job as a guard."
He finally looks at me now, and his eyes hold guilt or what he thinks is guilt. It only annoys me further, boils my blood.
"How are you?" He asks, ignoring my question. "Well, as anyone would be after being abducted and locked up against their will for simply existing in the same vicinity as King Darius' son." "C'mon, Freya, not this again. "Oh, I'm sorry. Is my constant complaints due to physical and mental torment getting to you? Well, guess I'm too busy trapped wherever the hell I am to care about what topic makes you comfortable right now!" I snap. How dare he walk in here and expect a different conversation from me while keeping me here against my will?
"Maybe if you let me go, I'd actually start considering your feelings." "Freya, I can't."
I scoff. "Of course you can't"
"Freya, he warned you. I warned you. It didn't have to come to this."
"No, Lucas. There's nothing you can say that justifies this bullshit. It's easy to stand there and tell me why it's okay for me to be locked up when you get to walk out under the sun after this, and Silas bears just as much fault as I do!"
"He is the future, Alpha! He is the one that's going to bring the era of peace we need." "What the fuck! Are you some political fanatic? Silas isn't your messiah, and my life matters too!"
"Enough!" He yells suddenly, startling me.
I shake against my will from his sudden outburst before controlling myself again.
"I won't come here again."
I roll my eyes.
If he thinks it would be a loss on my own part, he will be sourly awaken.
"Good then, get out."
"Fine."
"Fine!"
He stomps out, slamming the door behind him.
FREYA'S POV:
Time has passed and yet, the concept of time itself evades.
I don't even have like a chalk or something to write the number of days I've been here. Even if I did, I don't know when day or night is.
All I know is the endlessness that consumes me. The stillness and nothingness, the quietness around that draws me closer and closer to madness.
Yeah, there's food once in a while but it's shit, and the good stuff only seems to come with Lucas' occasional visits.
He visits to monitor me and report back to the Alpha king what's going on, while my mental health rots away in here.
That fucking snake.
I can't even be angry right now because being angry required a specific amount of brain use, which I couldn't pull off right now.
Now, today or whatever day it is, the most pressing issue I cannot deter anymore is how much I absolutely stink and need a bath, and to brush my teeth.
There's no shower in here, only a toilet that serves it's purpose as best as it can.
But I need a bath so terribly that I'm ready to trade my belongings for one.
Belongings that are not present with me.
I mean, I'm not actually a criminal. The only crime I've committed is simply existing, and so, I don't this deserve this unnecessary treatment.
I don't deserve to smell like crap and live in filth.
From the moment I had woken up from sleep, I had already decided I was going to get one, one way or another.
old town road' and the gears begin shifting within the door, unwinding every lock before it clicks open
Finally!
I screech internally.
Once the door pulls open, there's a lady on the other side. Probably her shift to watch my cell, and I'm giving her an awful day but that's not my concern.
"What is it?" She asks coldly with a hard glare as he looks down at me.
She's a tall, muscular woman that looks like she can knock me out with a simple slap.
Still bet that Xena could take her though.
"I need a bath." I state firmly, standing my ground despite her hostility.
She growls at me, but I fold my hands and glare back.
"If you're planning on staying, hope you're ready for a full day of bothering from me till I get what I need." I threaten.
I'm more than ready to give her hell, and sing a whole album of songs I have memorized by heart.
She's reluctant, not wanting to give in. But on seeing my determination, her stiff shoulders slump.
"Fine." She responds
And then, she walks ahead, expecting me to follow.
A lady of few words, I see.
I follow her into a labyrinth of white painted hallways that all look identical.
It was like a prison within a maze, making it almost impossible to escape.
Yet, the guards knew every twist and turn, like it was nothing. Probably memorized the whole thing.
I have no photographic memory which sucks, but I will definitely find my way out of here for sure.
We stop at a door that she pulls open and it leads to this wide space with tiled grey walls and a drain on the floor in the farther corner.
The floor is wet, so I instantly assume this is some kind of shower room.
She locks the door behind her, and stands still as a statue.
"Uhm, are you going to watch me take a shower?"
I ask but she gives no response, her face stiff and unreadable as ever.
Great. Just great.
I can work with that; I don't mind her seeing my butt as long as I can smell like a human again.
I slowly take off all my layers of clothes that reek and hang them on some hooks I find pinned to the wall, probably for towels.
Once I'm naked and clutching on my small tits, I look round the room, finally realizing there are no shower heads.
How the hell am I supposed to bath without a shower?
Before I can turn and ask, a sudden force hits me hard and painful in the back, pushing me forward.
It feels like I'm being pummeled by a heavy fist.
"What the hell?" I turn to look behind me, realizing what it is.
The female guard holds this big hose, mostly used by fire fighters in her hands, aiming it directly at me.
This isn't the shower I was promised!
Before I can complain again, she shoots me with the harsh torrents of water that feel more like tiny painful beads hitting my body than refreshing water.
I wince once it grazes my bruise, and splashes in my eyes. But she has no care, hosing me all over for what feels like ten agonizing minutes of torture. She's relentless, directing the powerful force against me in all directions.
"Stop!" I yell out continuously, but she doesn't.
Every trail she leaves is bruised, and every new part of my naked body she faces becomes suddenly abused. "How do you like your bath, huh?" She taunts me.
"Please, stop!" I beg, tears gathering in my eyes. She keeps it on till she satisfied, and turns it off.
I'm left panting hard, naked and wet on the floor with my skin reddened from the assault disguised as a bath while shivering from the cold.
She snickers now, watching me trembling against my will, drawing entertainment from my suffering.
This bitch.
I want to say a few words on my mind, or lunge at her, but my boy is weaker, much weaker since getting here.
My bruise hasn't healed, and I definitely have new ones.
I was no match in my present state, couldn't even stand a chance.
If I needed to remain in one piece and find a way to get out of here, I need to suck in all this bullshit.
I can only glare pure scorching rage at her, and hope her face melts off.
"Get up!" She yells suddenly, tucking the hose away.
Once I'm dressed, I get dragged back into my cell and tossed in before the door shuts just behind. I'm dripping wet and fucking cold in my old dirty clothes with more bruises than ever, and my eyes sting with tears as I crawl into a ball and cry pathetically.
It finally dawns on me just what I'm faced with here.
The weight of my situation I've constantly doubted or overlooked falls on me now, and it's crushing and depressing.
It's too heavy that it's hard to breathe.
I stay folded in a ball for a long while, not knowing for how long. My wet body is already dried by the time the door beeps again and opens. Startled, I'm on my feet, scared from the possibility that the guard might decide to tease me more for her gratification after being bored.
But it's only Lucas.
My apprehension morphs into hate.
"Hey." He greets, dropping my meal on the table with a bottle of water.
I only get bottle water the days he comes by, I realize.
I look at the colorful food and back at him, growling like a feral animal.
"What are you doing here?"
"I came to give you food." He answers, avoiding my eyes. "The guards can do that, unless you're working on your part-time holiday job as a guard."
He finally looks at me now, and his eyes hold guilt or what he thinks is guilt. It only annoys me further, boils my blood.
"How are you?" He asks, ignoring my question. "Well, as anyone would be after being abducted and locked up against their will for simply existing in the same vicinity as King Darius' son." "C'mon, Freya, not this again. "Oh, I'm sorry. Is my constant complaints due to physical and mental torment getting to you? Well, guess I'm too busy trapped wherever the hell I am to care about what topic makes you comfortable right now!" I snap. How dare he walk in here and expect a different conversation from me while keeping me here against my will?
"Maybe if you let me go, I'd actually start considering your feelings." "Freya, I can't."
I scoff. "Of course you can't"
"Freya, he warned you. I warned you. It didn't have to come to this."
"No, Lucas. There's nothing you can say that justifies this bullshit. It's easy to stand there and tell me why it's okay for me to be locked up when you get to walk out under the sun after this, and Silas bears just as much fault as I do!"
"He is the future, Alpha! He is the one that's going to bring the era of peace we need." "What the fuck! Are you some political fanatic? Silas isn't your messiah, and my life matters too!"
"Enough!" He yells suddenly, startling me.
I shake against my will from his sudden outburst before controlling myself again.
"I won't come here again."
I roll my eyes.
If he thinks it would be a loss on my own part, he will be sourly awaken.
"Good then, get out."
"Fine."
"Fine!"
He stomps out, slamming the door behind him.
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