Virgin Sacrifice to the Last Lycan - Chapter 90: Chapter 90
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Helen POV
“I want you to count them this time,” Kelley purred, holding the whip behind me so I couldn’t see her next movements. “If you pass out again, I’ll just start over when you wake back up. Understand me, mutt?!”
“Yes, Luna,” I breathed, my lips cut and swollen in bruises.
I don’t know how long we’ve been back on Fiery Cross pack lands but I knew it had been a lot of time I’ve been down in this cell. My father would beat me with his belt, complaining that his pack hadn’t yet returned.
He took in a few rogues as warriors. They stayed in the pack house, only adding to my torture.
None of it matched my step-mothers. I guess technically, my aunt. She threw her sister out like Diana did to me and I couldn’t imagine doing that to my own family.
Of course, I never imagined hurting Justin.
I couldn’t stop seeing his face in my nightmares. He truly thought I had stabbed him, and now he’s dead because of me. I wished Kelley would just end my suffering but she wasn’t interested in that.
My father never told her that I wasn’t the one who killed her true, only loved daughter.
She needed that hate to survive. Without it, she would be nothing.
The whip cracked against my shoulders and I felt it bleed instantly.
“O—One.”
She did it again, picking up pace while I sputtered out the numbers of which they came. I lost count, just speaking with the quickness of her wrist as she took her ferocity out on me.
I leaned forward, wavering on the edge of unconscious, my head resting on the floor while I doubled over in my chains. She carried on screaming, throwing the whip back, until she exhausted herself.
“Ni—Nine—Nineteen, Luna.”
“Kelley,” my father called, his voice carrying through the barracks under the packhouse. “It’s time for dinner. She has to cook so get her something to wear. We have company tonight.”
She snarled, the whip cracking at the bottom of my feet. I screamed in response, the cut on the soles of my feet making it impossible to stand, or even to walk, so how would I cook tonight?!
“Here,” she snapped, throwing me a dirty, wet shirt that would hardly cover my ass if I were to bend over. “Put this on and come upstairs. You do not want me to come back down here after you.”
She left at last, the whip hitting the floor as she stormed away. I slipped into the shirt achingly slow, feeling every gash, every tear of my spine, every rip of my flesh that drowns my body in blood.
I haven’t had much to eat, or anything to drink, and I have lost enough blood to kill me.
I still stood up. I still walked up the stairs.
As before, before Justin and before salvation, I learned how to deal with maltreatment. This would be no different.
I walked upstairs as and made my way into the kitchen, hanging onto the walls to keep upright, my feet leaving sticky, bloody footprints in my wake.
“Well, well, well,” a slithering voice called out. It was Kinser, a new rogue to my father’s pack that was finding it more than enjoyable to add to my torment. “The Lycan’s Luna has fallen so far from her status.”
I ignored his words, pushing toward the kitchen, but stopping short when his hands met my shoulders. He shoved me to the floor so easily, knocking me uselessly on my chest. I grit my teeth. If my father heard me yell, he would hurt me more.
I had to be the meek mouse I was when I was a child.
“What is this?” A familiar voice rung through the house and I shivered. I know that voice! “She’s pathetic, Alpha. Why would you keep such a creature around?”
“She’s the cook for tonight,” my father grumbled. “Get up, Helen!”
I sat up slow, fighting to stand while bleeding all over and ached in so much struggle. Peering to my father, I looked at his side, recognizing a friendly face for the first time in weeks.
It’s Russo.
He nodded, looking over me like I’m nothing, and I know he had to. Whatever he is planning, I just wanted it to work. So I cooked the dinner for the few warriors, for my parents and the new Fae guest at the table.
I had been so glad my father didn’t know Russo was working with me and Justin before the wizards were taken. Maybe he was here to save me!
Maybe Justin is still alive.
I thought over every possibility while handing out plates, limping and struggling just to walk. When everyone had their plates, Kinser pushed me to the floor by the edge of the table, pressing my forehead to the floor as though to kneel to him.
He was a vicious rogue, and even worse as warrior to my father.
“So, as I was saying,” Russo hummed. “The Alpha King’s condition is deteriorating. I know he had his spat with my wizards before, so I’m only focused on letting him die off completely.”
“What does that have to do with me?” My father snarled through eating his food. “I’m in interested in taking the fall with Juden. Not after what he has done to—well, never mind.”
[What he has done to Diana] Joy sobbed. [Why won’t he stick up for us?]
I leaned back on the floor, curling around Kinser’s chair in submission. He dropped a piece of meat on the ground when I did so, praising me for giving up to him.
It would only be a matter of time until he would expect more from me.
More than what I’m willing to give, that’s for sure.
Russo took my focus back to his conversation with my father and added, “no, I don’t blame you for that mess. My wizards came out unharmed, so I don’t really care what happens to the Alpha King, or to his dead Lycan son.”
I flinched. Everyone saw it.
“I just see this as an opportunity for you to be the Alpha King,” Russo purred. “You take over and we form an alliance. Your new pack, Lone wolf, and my wizards… we would be allies.”
My father sat back, beaming with the thought of that deal.
“What is wrong with the Alpha King?” I squeaked.
Kinser smacked my rear, signaling for me to stay out of this conversation. My father praised him for doing so but still, Russo replied indifferently.
“She doesn’t know? Juden has fallen sick. Some kind of rare, unhealable illness. Hard to explain if he will live or not,” Russo said simply. “But, I’m sure it’s nothing.”
“We form an alliance, and I get to use the wizard’s magic,” my father hummed. “What exactly are you looking for then, considering you set this all up?”
Russo leaned back, looking around the room in a false sense of thought. “I want that runt down there on the ground,” he huffed. “I have never fucked a wolf before. I’d like to have one; just to try.”
My father shrugged. “Deal. You can have her tonight. But I insist you stay the night. We don’t know where the Last Lycan’s Beta is yet, he could still come after her for some reason.”
“Perfect,” Russo said, folding his hands in his lap. “I hope you don’t mind that I’d like to have a room away from all of your warriors, just so I can have the opportunity to make her scream properly. I like things a little… rough.”
Kinser rolled his eyes, patting my spine and taunting my wounds further. He wanted me, like Russo was saying he wanted me, but I only trusted one of these creatures to not torture me like they both said they’d prefer to.
“Take her to a spare house in my pack,” my father said, grinning wide. “Make her scream all you want. She deserves it, after all.”
For once, the promise of torture sounded so good.
Russo wouldn’t hurt me.
At least, I didn’t think he would.
“I want you to count them this time,” Kelley purred, holding the whip behind me so I couldn’t see her next movements. “If you pass out again, I’ll just start over when you wake back up. Understand me, mutt?!”
“Yes, Luna,” I breathed, my lips cut and swollen in bruises.
I don’t know how long we’ve been back on Fiery Cross pack lands but I knew it had been a lot of time I’ve been down in this cell. My father would beat me with his belt, complaining that his pack hadn’t yet returned.
He took in a few rogues as warriors. They stayed in the pack house, only adding to my torture.
None of it matched my step-mothers. I guess technically, my aunt. She threw her sister out like Diana did to me and I couldn’t imagine doing that to my own family.
Of course, I never imagined hurting Justin.
I couldn’t stop seeing his face in my nightmares. He truly thought I had stabbed him, and now he’s dead because of me. I wished Kelley would just end my suffering but she wasn’t interested in that.
My father never told her that I wasn’t the one who killed her true, only loved daughter.
She needed that hate to survive. Without it, she would be nothing.
The whip cracked against my shoulders and I felt it bleed instantly.
“O—One.”
She did it again, picking up pace while I sputtered out the numbers of which they came. I lost count, just speaking with the quickness of her wrist as she took her ferocity out on me.
I leaned forward, wavering on the edge of unconscious, my head resting on the floor while I doubled over in my chains. She carried on screaming, throwing the whip back, until she exhausted herself.
“Ni—Nine—Nineteen, Luna.”
“Kelley,” my father called, his voice carrying through the barracks under the packhouse. “It’s time for dinner. She has to cook so get her something to wear. We have company tonight.”
She snarled, the whip cracking at the bottom of my feet. I screamed in response, the cut on the soles of my feet making it impossible to stand, or even to walk, so how would I cook tonight?!
“Here,” she snapped, throwing me a dirty, wet shirt that would hardly cover my ass if I were to bend over. “Put this on and come upstairs. You do not want me to come back down here after you.”
She left at last, the whip hitting the floor as she stormed away. I slipped into the shirt achingly slow, feeling every gash, every tear of my spine, every rip of my flesh that drowns my body in blood.
I haven’t had much to eat, or anything to drink, and I have lost enough blood to kill me.
I still stood up. I still walked up the stairs.
As before, before Justin and before salvation, I learned how to deal with maltreatment. This would be no different.
I walked upstairs as and made my way into the kitchen, hanging onto the walls to keep upright, my feet leaving sticky, bloody footprints in my wake.
“Well, well, well,” a slithering voice called out. It was Kinser, a new rogue to my father’s pack that was finding it more than enjoyable to add to my torment. “The Lycan’s Luna has fallen so far from her status.”
I ignored his words, pushing toward the kitchen, but stopping short when his hands met my shoulders. He shoved me to the floor so easily, knocking me uselessly on my chest. I grit my teeth. If my father heard me yell, he would hurt me more.
I had to be the meek mouse I was when I was a child.
“What is this?” A familiar voice rung through the house and I shivered. I know that voice! “She’s pathetic, Alpha. Why would you keep such a creature around?”
“She’s the cook for tonight,” my father grumbled. “Get up, Helen!”
I sat up slow, fighting to stand while bleeding all over and ached in so much struggle. Peering to my father, I looked at his side, recognizing a friendly face for the first time in weeks.
It’s Russo.
He nodded, looking over me like I’m nothing, and I know he had to. Whatever he is planning, I just wanted it to work. So I cooked the dinner for the few warriors, for my parents and the new Fae guest at the table.
I had been so glad my father didn’t know Russo was working with me and Justin before the wizards were taken. Maybe he was here to save me!
Maybe Justin is still alive.
I thought over every possibility while handing out plates, limping and struggling just to walk. When everyone had their plates, Kinser pushed me to the floor by the edge of the table, pressing my forehead to the floor as though to kneel to him.
He was a vicious rogue, and even worse as warrior to my father.
“So, as I was saying,” Russo hummed. “The Alpha King’s condition is deteriorating. I know he had his spat with my wizards before, so I’m only focused on letting him die off completely.”
“What does that have to do with me?” My father snarled through eating his food. “I’m in interested in taking the fall with Juden. Not after what he has done to—well, never mind.”
[What he has done to Diana] Joy sobbed. [Why won’t he stick up for us?]
I leaned back on the floor, curling around Kinser’s chair in submission. He dropped a piece of meat on the ground when I did so, praising me for giving up to him.
It would only be a matter of time until he would expect more from me.
More than what I’m willing to give, that’s for sure.
Russo took my focus back to his conversation with my father and added, “no, I don’t blame you for that mess. My wizards came out unharmed, so I don’t really care what happens to the Alpha King, or to his dead Lycan son.”
I flinched. Everyone saw it.
“I just see this as an opportunity for you to be the Alpha King,” Russo purred. “You take over and we form an alliance. Your new pack, Lone wolf, and my wizards… we would be allies.”
My father sat back, beaming with the thought of that deal.
“What is wrong with the Alpha King?” I squeaked.
Kinser smacked my rear, signaling for me to stay out of this conversation. My father praised him for doing so but still, Russo replied indifferently.
“She doesn’t know? Juden has fallen sick. Some kind of rare, unhealable illness. Hard to explain if he will live or not,” Russo said simply. “But, I’m sure it’s nothing.”
“We form an alliance, and I get to use the wizard’s magic,” my father hummed. “What exactly are you looking for then, considering you set this all up?”
Russo leaned back, looking around the room in a false sense of thought. “I want that runt down there on the ground,” he huffed. “I have never fucked a wolf before. I’d like to have one; just to try.”
My father shrugged. “Deal. You can have her tonight. But I insist you stay the night. We don’t know where the Last Lycan’s Beta is yet, he could still come after her for some reason.”
“Perfect,” Russo said, folding his hands in his lap. “I hope you don’t mind that I’d like to have a room away from all of your warriors, just so I can have the opportunity to make her scream properly. I like things a little… rough.”
Kinser rolled his eyes, patting my spine and taunting my wounds further. He wanted me, like Russo was saying he wanted me, but I only trusted one of these creatures to not torture me like they both said they’d prefer to.
“Take her to a spare house in my pack,” my father said, grinning wide. “Make her scream all you want. She deserves it, after all.”
For once, the promise of torture sounded so good.
Russo wouldn’t hurt me.
At least, I didn’t think he would.
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