Chapter Three

One day, the first guard who stole my virginity came in with a stick thing. He told me I had to pee on it. I shook my head no. He grabbed me by the hair,

“I didn’t ask. If you want me to hurt you, keep arguing.”

I sat down on the toilet. He held the stick between my legs as I peed. He put the cover over the end. I sat there trying to figure out what he was waiting for. Finally, he picked up the stick.

“Damn it,” he roared. “You dirty whore, you got pregnant on purpose, didn’t you?”

Pregnant? I’m pregnant? I was excited, I could have my pup, and finally, someone will love me.

A couple of days later, A few guards came into my cell. I thought they were going to have their way with me. I didn’t care anymore. I would have my baby. I didn’t know what they were about to do. I got hit from behind with something. I fell to the ground. I covered my stomach with my arms. I will protect you, baby. One of the guards grabbed my arms pulling them above my head. The other guards started kicking me in the stomach. I cried and cried. When they finished beating me, I could barely move. I dragged myself to my mattress. I tried to focus, to will my baby to survive. I passed out. When I woke up, I had terrible pains in my abdomen. I went to use the bathroom when I finished, there was blood. A lot of it. I knew my baby was gone.

The guards continued taking turns with me. They didn’t care about my bleeding. A week later, the guard who tested me the first time, made me do another test. This time it was negative.

“That’s better,” he said. “None of us want a baby with a disgusting whore like you.”

I was devastated. The guard had his way with me and left. I didn’t eat for two weeks. One of the guards complained that my bones dug into him while he was fucking me. After that, the guards would sit and make me eat.

This went on for three long years. They would share me, get me pregnant, then beat me so I would lose the baby. When my twenty-first birthday came, the first guard brought me a cupcake. He then screwed me twice. One day, one of the guards was with me, I was angry because they had just caused a miscarriage again. When he finished, I kicked him in the balls. That didn’t go over well. They dragged me out of my cell. I was carried to this room where my arms were chained in different directions, same with my legs. They stripped me nude. I watched in horror as they brought out a whip. They whipped me, I felt my skin tear and blood. I screamed in pain, but they just laughed. I passed out, I don’t know what they did to me, but I woke up with my back burning, and the area between my legs was bruised. I wiped away a tear that fell from my eye. No, I will not cry. I will not give them the enjoyment. For a few more months, they screwed me. Once, two of them came in at the same time. I got pregnant again. They beat me until I lost the baby. I was so mad; they could at least let me have my baby! I had a plan. When the guard came in, I waited for him to finish, as he stuffed his member back in his pants, I lunged at him. I clawed him and sunk my teeth into his face!

He screamed as blood squirted from his cheek. The other guards came rushing in.

“She bit me! The bitch bit me!” he screamed still holding his face.

I laughed! After all these years of torment, I finally hurt one. I knew it earned a whipping. I hoped they kill me this time. I screamed as the whip tore open a wound. I could feel the blood racing down my body. I was shaking, I knew I was going into shock. They didn't care, they kept whipping me. I thought I heard someone come in. 

I heard a loud growl. I was in and out of consciousness. I heard a voice ask what the hell was going on. I heard trembling voices say I had gotten pregnant again, so they took care of it. I heard a voice say I was a traitor. I heard another voice argue that I wasn’t. The guards said a name that wasn’t me. The deep voice said I wasn’t her because the voice had killed her. Then, I heard the deep voice say they had been raping and torturing his mate. I heard him say she is mine! I didn’t hear anything until I heard the sound of a blade and then I smelled blood. I assumed it was my blood, I was hoping I would die.

I heard someone yelling for a doctor. I felt my arms and legs drop. I felt my body being carried. I thought I was being put in my cell. I felt the light hit my eyes. I guess I really am dying. I tried to lift my head, but it hurt too much. I felt the darkness envelop me. Hello, sweet death.

A month later...

I woke up in a soft bed. I looked around trying to make my eyes focus. Where am I? I tried to sit up but the pain in my back caused me to scream. I lay back down against the pillows. I can’t be dead. You don’t feel pain when you're dead, right? I wanted to run. I wasn’t locked in a cell; I was in a giant bed. I looked under the blankets. I had on a silky nightgown. I knew what I had to do, I would run, I would get as far away as possible. I sat up, and the wounds on my back burned. I sat still letting them adjust to the new position. When the pain became bearable, I swung my legs over the side of the bed. I slid down landing on my feet. I carefully tip-toed to the door. I opened it a crack. I didn’t see anyone. I slowly squeezed out the door. I looked around. This place is huge. I saw the stairs. I took a couple of steps. I got to the top stair. Looking around, I quietly tip-toed down. When I reached the bottom, I saw a big set of double doors. I knew that had to be the way out. I pulled open the heavy door. Slipping outside, I didn’t see anyone. It had to be either really early, or really late. The darkness would provide cover for me so I could escape.

I took a last look around. Nobody.  I took off full speed and headed for the tree line. I was almost there when someone stepped out in front of me. My injuries prevented me from my normal agility. I slipped, losing my balance, I fell into a uniform I recognized. A guard! No! Not again! I scrambled backward as my body shook violently.

“Luna? Luna why are you out here?”

Why was the guard calling me Luna?  I’m not a Luna. I turned to run.

“Luna, wait!” the guard called after me.

No, no, no, I won’t go back. My body was still shaking. I could barely keep my legs under me. I felt myself fall. I tried to catch myself, but I fell to the ground. I knew I was caught. My body had betrayed me for all the times I didn’t stop the guards, and for all the times, I let them kill my babies. I curled into the fetal position. I locked my arms around my knees and hid my face.

I heard running footsteps. I heard the deep voice from the prison ask someone why his mate is outside instead of resting in bed.

I didn’t understand. Who is he talking to, and who is his mate? I’m the only one out here, I am not anyone’s mate, I am too damaged. I am certainly not a Luna.

I felt two strong arms pick me up. I wouldn’t let go of my knees.

“It’s ok my little mate. I won’t let anyone hurt you ever again.” The deep voice was soothing. I wasn’t sure why.

I wanted to know who the source of this voice was. I refused to look. I would not look at the person who would make me well, just to torture me again. I knew this was just a ploy. As soon as I started to get well, I would be put back in my cell. They would torture me, make me pregnant, then kill my baby. I tried to hide the tears. I thought I would be dead by now. Why am I alive. 

I was carried back inside. I felt the voice's movement as he climbed the stairs with me in his arms. I wouldn't look. What if he saw me look and then beat me? No, I wouldn't, I squeezed my eyes shut tighter. I felt him place me on the bed. My body shook as I waited for whatever punishment I would receive for running away. I felt the blanket move, it was pulled up over me. I wanted to grab it. I wanted it snug around me, maybe I could hold onto it tight enough that I could be left alone. 

I didn't move. I thought I would be in big trouble if I moved. I lay there listening. It was quiet except for someone's breathing. I stayed still. I stayed like that for a long time. My body hurt from holding myself in the same position for so long. I didn't care. Maybe this voice thought I was stuck like this, maybe that's why he wasn't trying to force me to do anything. I tried to listen for changes in the voice's breathing. If he fell asleep, I could run again. I could at least hide. I lay there silent. I could hear him move every now and again. He was still close. Maybe this is my new punishment? Maybe I was supposed to stay here, listening, waiting to be beaten? If this was to be a punishment, it was working. I heard his breathing start to even out, and light snores followed. I listened for any changes. I wouldn't fall for a trick. I think he's asleep, I roll over and look, I get beaten. I finally got the courage to look.