Chapter Two

Morana’s body laid limb on a foreign surface, it was hard and rough pricking into the still tender skin on her back, stirring gradually she tried to remember when she had falling asleep looking around the dark box. With a rush, the memories of earlier flowed through her mind. Dread ran through her every limb the moment she realized the position she was in; her head hung from the wooden post in the most uncomfortable way, something had been pushed against her throat making it difficult to breath, she assumed the lack of oxygen was the cause of her waking. Morana couldn't feel her arms or legs anymore, she found herself struggling to move them, her body was asleep but her mind kept focused and wide awake.

This was hell, Alpha Kevin’s cell was a park compared to this. The mental torture had begun to take a toll on Morana, she began to loath her wolf and even more herself, she hated having tasted what freedom felt like, that little time of freedom and happiness she had felt, she hated it all. Hated Hontas for talking her into leaving the cell. More importantly she hated that she agreed to all of it.

She had left a cell to get into Something much, much worse. In her pack she was fed, maybe not always but she was fed and allowed to live as humanly possible. But here, she knew was worse, she was put on display, naked as the day she was born, ready for slaughter.

The sound of a man walking down the steps stopped her thoughts altogether, she braced herself, ready for a hit but nothing came. In a blink of an eye she was flipped over, never quite getting a glimpse of the man in question, warm rough fingers slowly touch her back, careful not to touch the wounds that were now covering the skin. There were now bite marks scattered across her body, marks she knew were not there before being captured, the men had given her these bites, Morana was not certain about the when and why all she knew was that they burned like the sun.

The man slowly moved to her shoulder and then her cheek, “I'm so sorry this happened to you.” A male's voice said. Slowly she opened her now heavy eyes to see a young man squatting in front of her. He frowned as he cautiously offered a piece of bread, which she snatched with her mouth, quickly taking a bite of the dry loaf. He pushed her hair out of her face and cupped her cheek in his hand, "I want to take you away, but they will kill me if I do that. I'm only a guard, please forgive me.” She gave a weak smile in, she knew that they would kill him if he released me, she was their toy and there was no escape.

Morana couldn't blame the man as he looked at her with sad eyes. His green eyes glossed over as he held a frown. “The name is Cameron." He said offering a forced smile. She tried to open her mouth and instantly regretted the idea once she felt the welts against the side of her mouth, "You don't have to speak." He said and lifted a glass of water to her lips. He placed the straw between her lips and smiled.

Cameron was the first to show her care since the nice women that gave her clothes and for that she was eternally grateful. He was the one who fed her and gave her water when the others weren't looking. If it wasn't for this man, she was sure she would be dead.

Morana wished constantly for a way to thank him but, another part of her wanted to die and resented him. she wanted to give up on life as I looked down at the black hair on the floor. She could see the crusted knots that had formed in it, there were strange white liquids in it from the men who didn't spill themselves in her. She squeezed her eyes close at the reminder allowing a single tear to fall from them. Cameron slowly placed a finger on my face and wiped the tear away. When she looked at him, she could see his own tears threatening to fall, “The Alpha will be back tomorrow morning. Tonight, will be the last night you will feel pain, they kill you.” He said in a low voice. He slowly cleared his throat and lifted his hand, "Do you have anyone I can tell? I saw you were marked." He said as he looked at the mark Rick had given her. Quickly she shook her head even though it hurt.

Cameron looked at her confusion plain on his face for a moment but nodded as he then fed her the rest of the bread. Before he left, he turned towards her and whispered, “I can bring a tranquilizer.” It was now Morana’s turn to give a confused look, not knowing what a tranquilizer was. Thankfully Cameron went further to explain, “With it you won’t feel the pain, and you might survive” He said and looked at me, "You won't know what is going on." He said and raised an eyebrow. The offer was tempting but then she realizes she wanted to die, she only offered a small smile and a shake of the head.

Morana wanted to feel the pain, she craved it, she closed her eyes and allowed her body to get as little rest as it could before the others came. This time her dreams were filled with warm weather and sunny days, she dreamed of the times she’d spent in the lakes and laying in the sun. Now, she didn't even know if it was still hot outside or not, unable to decipher if it was day or night, she couldn't keep track of how many days she had been held captive.

Hontas has been silent since their arrival, ever since that first time the men had messed with her, Morana had placed er walls up to protect her wolf from further suffering, even though at that time she had despised Hontas, she didn't want her to feel or know anything. Morana wanted her safe but at this dire moment all she wanted was to hear her voice, she wanted to hear Hontas’ words so badly, ever so slowly she let the walls fall.

Instantly feeling the presence of her wolf with her as she kept her head down. “I'm sorry Hontas.” she said, unsure of how she felt or what she truly wanted to say, only knowing she couldn't fight anymore. “I’m sorry Morana.” Hontas said without hesitation, “I should have protected you.” It brought tears into her eyes, she wished they had more time together. Tears fell from her eyes as she hung her head in shame. “I hope I'm paired with your soul again Morana." Hontas said in confidence as Morana slowly built the walls back up. She could still hear her whimper in her head as the connection between the two was cut off.

If there was a way to set Hontas free, Morana would do it in a heartbeat. She felt sorry for Hontas for having to be bound to someone weak like herself. Hontas deserved a human who could let her run as long as she wants, and would let her be with her all the time, not cut her off all the time. The human had been guilty of keeping her away, and she'd been bound in her weak form for years. She definitely wouldn't think twice in allowing her to choose another human soul to be with.

To be frank, there was nothing left of Morana’s soul, the poor thing had been blown out. There was no spark left to ignite the flames, it was a cold empty shell that was ready to depart. It greedily stolen the light from Hontas but the darkness was slowly covering her flame.

It didn't take long before the sound of footsteps and low talking could be heard, "Tonight we will be saying goodbye to our lovely rouge slut." Jon's voice ringed as he grabbed a fist full of her hair and lifted her head so she could see his brown eyes, "Good Morning Princess." He said, letting it go as he walked towards the back and smacked her ass, his hand lingered on the piece of flesh as he rubbed the area he had just smacked as he started to speak, "Before we continued, you know the rules, you must un-mark her. Keeping your mark on her can lead her death back to you." Jon said.

Morana could feel his hands on her naked flesh as his breath slowly fell on my skin. her body squirmed under him in fright as she watched a man walk beside him. Then, felt his teeth dig into a wound, she let out a cry as she felt an icy burn fill her body. Her heart spiked as she tried to remember to breath, it was as if the man was trying to suck the beats out of her heart. If she possessed a soul, he had just gotten a taste of it.

Her heart raced as she watched two more men walk towards her. Each man's mark had the same reaction. Morana’s body was covered in sweat and her chest was aching as she tried to calm its racing. She couldn’t help but scream each time they dug their teeth in her skin and latched onto her muscle, the sucking of the wound made things harder as she tried her best to stay silent. Her breathing quickens as she leaned against the post and allowing tears to fall, Jon walked towards her and smacked her cheek as hard as he could.

"We aren’t done yet." He growled grabbing her chin. she only shook her head, looking away from his body. She could hear the sound of zippers coming undone and clothes shuffle off of some men around her as she closed her eyes. ‘Not again, not this.’ She started to hit her head on the wooden post trying to end everything as Jon grabbed her hair and shoved his stiff member in pass her lips. She choked as she tried to control her sobs but nothing helped as she felt someone lift her hip up and slowly push against my body. Morana closed her eyes, feeling the wooden post move under her as the pressure quickened and deepened inside her lower stomach.

The pain was unbearable. Morana’s eyes opened to see Cameron standing in the shadow as drool fell from her mouth as Jon pushed his hips against her face and then away. She gagged against him, the bread she ate earlier threatening to come out.

The post abruptly came undone at the bottom, giving way. Her hips fell to the ground sending pains through her stomach and cervix. Her legs stayed open from the pain as she slowly opened her eyes. she couldn't pull her body up, causing her bare breast pushed against the wooden post.

She could see the other part was being pulled away as Jon grabbed a silver whip. He smirked as he brought it back and smacked it against her body. She let out a scream. He whipped her three more times before handing it to another man. Morana cast one last look at Cameron's sad eyes as everything around her turned black.

The pain was numbing for a moment, she continued to hear the men speak as everything started to fade away. She was ready to let go, ready to be free. Morana was ready to see my Mother again. She welcomed the warmth with Hontas as they walked through the darkness together.