THE ALPHA’S DESTINY 2 (Fulfilling The Prophecy) - Chapter 5: Chapter 5
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THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS STRONG VIOLENT ACTS OF BEATINGS AND IT MAY BE A TRIGGER FOR SOME. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED.
ZOEY'S POV
Present Day (Boxing Day 2020)
My vision blurred from the blow to my face. I was already beaten to a pulp, lying flat on the floor. The punch knocked the air out of my lungs. My nose stung. I could feel the blood running down my pharynx. I rolled to my side, coughing and choking on my blood. Still gasping, he held my hair and yanked my head so that I was looking at him.
"Tell me, Zoey, what were you doing in Chelsea's chambers? I told you never to leave this room."
I didn't answer him. I just flashed him a bloodied grin. His face was twisted with anger. He hadn't been enjoying himself while beating me lately. I wasn't crying enough anymore, he said.
When a person had been beaten to a pulp almost every day for six years, they built up a tolerance for the pain.
That was what happened to me, my tolerance for his beatings was high.
I still felt pain though, in fact, right at that moment, I was in an excruciating amount of agonizing pain, but my body was forced to withstand such vile treatments.
"Zoey, you do not want to get me angrier than I already am. I asked you, why were you in Chelsea's room?"
I gave him a menacing chuckle. He grumbled and then released my hair. He turned his back to me and began to walk towards the door.
I was relieved, he wouldn't be bothering me again for the rest of the day. So I thought. My relief had come too quickly.
I tried to get up, but as soon as I was positioned on my hands and feet. I heard angry footsteps scraping over the floor. I barely got time to look up when I felt my nose being crushed against hard knuckles. I once again fell on the filthy, rat-infested floor.
"You think I am playing with you? Answer me when I address you. I am the King!" He grabbed my hair again.
King, my ass!
I spat blood into his face. He stood up and took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his face. He then cackled, circling my broken body like a vulture. He had his hands folded behind his back. "You are really testing my patience, Zoey. Do not think for a second that because I have not slain you all these years, that I won't do it now."
But I knew why he hadn't killed me. One of the witches that he had captured told me he wanted to strip my powers, but because of my situation and who I was, he didn't know how.
"I know you want my powers, but I would rather die before I let you have them," I could taste the venom in my mouth. I tried to get up from the floor once more, but his foot smashed into my right rib.
"Well then, that can be arranged."
Twelve... twenty, I lost track of how many times he kicked me.
He paused to catch his breath, and then he ran a hand and slicked back his dyed black, gelled hair and I thought he would have been done for the day. But again I was wrong!
I was busy catching my breath, but my breathing came to an abrupt halt as his foot slammed into my stomach, sending me sliding across the cold, rough concrete floor. My back smashed against the grilled wall. I felt a loose steel sliced through my torso. It pierced through my organs and shattered most of my bones.
The impact caused an electrifying pain to burn into my spine and just when the pain was at its worst, I felt my nose being crushed beneath his boots, sending shudders throughout my body; sending my suffering to new heights.
He extended his hand and grabbed the protruding end of the rebar that was sticking out of my abdomen. I looked down, sweat and tears dripped from my face and onto his hand. He jerked the rebar and the vibrations sent waves of fire around my body. The pain exploded into my head with blinding whiteness.
I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe. He gripped the rebar tighter and he smiled. He then used his other hand and slammed it into my left rib. Both my ribs were now matching sets of broken shards. My head was spinning from the reel of pain, threatening to shut down altogether. I was wheezing as I felt my lungs collapsing. The pain was deafening.
"Uncle Lucifer, please stop hurting her," a small, innocent voice cried.
Lucifer removed his hand from the rebar and deflect his attention to the little girl. "Chelsea, I thought I told you to stay in your room."
"But Uncle Lucifer, I wanted to see her," the little girl whined.
Lucifer sighed and picked up the little girl in his arms. "Ahh, OK Princess, you can visit for 20 minutes." He placed a kiss on the little girl's forehead and she giggled sweetly. If only she knew how wicked Lucifer really was, but the poor child was just too innocent.
"30 minutes, uncle Lucifer, please," she begged and Lucifer nodded his head in defeat.
"Ok, Chelsea, 30 minutes. I'm going to send someone to come clean her up."
The child nodded her head and Lucifer left.
The little girl ran to my side. She was staring at the scene in front of her. "Turn around," I told her and she did.
I slowly got up and slid my body from off the rebar. Blood squirted and stained the back of her floral dress. I felt myself healing, but it was at a slow pace. Lucifer might have not managed to steal my powers, but he did find a way to reduce my powers. I had been weakened, but I knew I would be rescued soon. I had this feeling that Dimitri got my note.
Prudence was captured a few months ago and before Lucifer could strip her powers she cast a small spell and helped me to send a message to my Dimitri.
"Are you okay?" the beautiful little girl asked.
She stretched her hands up, wanting me to pick her up. Her face was the only reason I needed for my pain to dissipate.
Streams of tears fell from my eyes as I picked up the little girl in my arms.
I hated Lucifer for what he did to me and I hated him for what he'd been doing to the beautiful angel I had in my arms. He had been teaching her how to be evil and wicked, and for that, I told myself that one day I would make him pay.
The little girl wiggled in my arms. "Does my hug make you feel better?" She looked at me with her bright brown eyes.
"Yes, I feel better, sweetheart," I kissed her on her pink cheek. I placed her on her feet and knelt before her. I noticed a silver bracelet on her wrist, it had the name, Chelsea engraved on it. "Who gave this to you?"
"Uncle Lucifer did. He gave it to me to protect me..." she said. "Look, it has my name on it," she showed me.
I FUCKING HATE LUCIFER!
"You know that is not your name! CHELSEA is not your name," I shook her by the shoulders a bit, due to my frustration.
"I'm sorry," she sniffled and I rubbed a finger over her chubby cheek.
"I'm sorry for shouting, honey."
"It's ok, I don't like the name Chelsea either," she stuck her tongue out. "It's yucky and icky and ugly."
I laughed at her cuteness. "Come here," I gave her another big hug. My bleeding stopped but I still felt weak. "I love you, baby," I kissed her face.
"I love you too mommy and from now on I will tell Uncle Lucifer to call me by my real name."
"Yes baby. You're Princess Dimitria Abigail Knight-Winterbourne and I never want you to forget that."
ZOEY'S POV
Present Day (Boxing Day 2020)
My vision blurred from the blow to my face. I was already beaten to a pulp, lying flat on the floor. The punch knocked the air out of my lungs. My nose stung. I could feel the blood running down my pharynx. I rolled to my side, coughing and choking on my blood. Still gasping, he held my hair and yanked my head so that I was looking at him.
"Tell me, Zoey, what were you doing in Chelsea's chambers? I told you never to leave this room."
I didn't answer him. I just flashed him a bloodied grin. His face was twisted with anger. He hadn't been enjoying himself while beating me lately. I wasn't crying enough anymore, he said.
When a person had been beaten to a pulp almost every day for six years, they built up a tolerance for the pain.
That was what happened to me, my tolerance for his beatings was high.
I still felt pain though, in fact, right at that moment, I was in an excruciating amount of agonizing pain, but my body was forced to withstand such vile treatments.
"Zoey, you do not want to get me angrier than I already am. I asked you, why were you in Chelsea's room?"
I gave him a menacing chuckle. He grumbled and then released my hair. He turned his back to me and began to walk towards the door.
I was relieved, he wouldn't be bothering me again for the rest of the day. So I thought. My relief had come too quickly.
I tried to get up, but as soon as I was positioned on my hands and feet. I heard angry footsteps scraping over the floor. I barely got time to look up when I felt my nose being crushed against hard knuckles. I once again fell on the filthy, rat-infested floor.
"You think I am playing with you? Answer me when I address you. I am the King!" He grabbed my hair again.
King, my ass!
I spat blood into his face. He stood up and took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his face. He then cackled, circling my broken body like a vulture. He had his hands folded behind his back. "You are really testing my patience, Zoey. Do not think for a second that because I have not slain you all these years, that I won't do it now."
But I knew why he hadn't killed me. One of the witches that he had captured told me he wanted to strip my powers, but because of my situation and who I was, he didn't know how.
"I know you want my powers, but I would rather die before I let you have them," I could taste the venom in my mouth. I tried to get up from the floor once more, but his foot smashed into my right rib.
"Well then, that can be arranged."
Twelve... twenty, I lost track of how many times he kicked me.
He paused to catch his breath, and then he ran a hand and slicked back his dyed black, gelled hair and I thought he would have been done for the day. But again I was wrong!
I was busy catching my breath, but my breathing came to an abrupt halt as his foot slammed into my stomach, sending me sliding across the cold, rough concrete floor. My back smashed against the grilled wall. I felt a loose steel sliced through my torso. It pierced through my organs and shattered most of my bones.
The impact caused an electrifying pain to burn into my spine and just when the pain was at its worst, I felt my nose being crushed beneath his boots, sending shudders throughout my body; sending my suffering to new heights.
He extended his hand and grabbed the protruding end of the rebar that was sticking out of my abdomen. I looked down, sweat and tears dripped from my face and onto his hand. He jerked the rebar and the vibrations sent waves of fire around my body. The pain exploded into my head with blinding whiteness.
I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe. He gripped the rebar tighter and he smiled. He then used his other hand and slammed it into my left rib. Both my ribs were now matching sets of broken shards. My head was spinning from the reel of pain, threatening to shut down altogether. I was wheezing as I felt my lungs collapsing. The pain was deafening.
"Uncle Lucifer, please stop hurting her," a small, innocent voice cried.
Lucifer removed his hand from the rebar and deflect his attention to the little girl. "Chelsea, I thought I told you to stay in your room."
"But Uncle Lucifer, I wanted to see her," the little girl whined.
Lucifer sighed and picked up the little girl in his arms. "Ahh, OK Princess, you can visit for 20 minutes." He placed a kiss on the little girl's forehead and she giggled sweetly. If only she knew how wicked Lucifer really was, but the poor child was just too innocent.
"30 minutes, uncle Lucifer, please," she begged and Lucifer nodded his head in defeat.
"Ok, Chelsea, 30 minutes. I'm going to send someone to come clean her up."
The child nodded her head and Lucifer left.
The little girl ran to my side. She was staring at the scene in front of her. "Turn around," I told her and she did.
I slowly got up and slid my body from off the rebar. Blood squirted and stained the back of her floral dress. I felt myself healing, but it was at a slow pace. Lucifer might have not managed to steal my powers, but he did find a way to reduce my powers. I had been weakened, but I knew I would be rescued soon. I had this feeling that Dimitri got my note.
Prudence was captured a few months ago and before Lucifer could strip her powers she cast a small spell and helped me to send a message to my Dimitri.
"Are you okay?" the beautiful little girl asked.
She stretched her hands up, wanting me to pick her up. Her face was the only reason I needed for my pain to dissipate.
Streams of tears fell from my eyes as I picked up the little girl in my arms.
I hated Lucifer for what he did to me and I hated him for what he'd been doing to the beautiful angel I had in my arms. He had been teaching her how to be evil and wicked, and for that, I told myself that one day I would make him pay.
The little girl wiggled in my arms. "Does my hug make you feel better?" She looked at me with her bright brown eyes.
"Yes, I feel better, sweetheart," I kissed her on her pink cheek. I placed her on her feet and knelt before her. I noticed a silver bracelet on her wrist, it had the name, Chelsea engraved on it. "Who gave this to you?"
"Uncle Lucifer did. He gave it to me to protect me..." she said. "Look, it has my name on it," she showed me.
I FUCKING HATE LUCIFER!
"You know that is not your name! CHELSEA is not your name," I shook her by the shoulders a bit, due to my frustration.
"I'm sorry," she sniffled and I rubbed a finger over her chubby cheek.
"I'm sorry for shouting, honey."
"It's ok, I don't like the name Chelsea either," she stuck her tongue out. "It's yucky and icky and ugly."
I laughed at her cuteness. "Come here," I gave her another big hug. My bleeding stopped but I still felt weak. "I love you, baby," I kissed her face.
"I love you too mommy and from now on I will tell Uncle Lucifer to call me by my real name."
"Yes baby. You're Princess Dimitria Abigail Knight-Winterbourne and I never want you to forget that."
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