Nine

Hearing this words suddenly made me go dump. 

I lay in complete darkness for hours, with my eyes wide open, hugging my myself and hunted by the struggling final breath of the she-wolf across me. 

She whimpered in pains and cries for death until she finally got choked on what I assumed was her body fluids. 

The voice kept on replaying in my ears, filling my body with goosebumps. 

Tears couldn't stop flowing from my eyes. I was caged in this empty room, swallowed in darkness, awaiting what so ever that was to befall me. 

I was feeling so much pains both physically and emotionally, and my body felt like it was doing to leave me at any moment. 

Seeing the torture this woman was subjected too, already made me realize that I won't be able to endure such a torture.

All I could think of was my poor parents whose last image of me was my confused, and homeless figure being banished away from the Wheatstone pack. 

It was so sad that I couldn't even say goodbye to them or my little brothers. The only thing I wished at the moment was to go back home and be with my family.

While still lost in thoughts, the door flew open and there stood a huge figure. I couldn't see him completely because it was dark in here. He walked towards me, with his eyes full of pleasure.

"So you must be the new pretty she-wolf in my collection?", He asked as his long fingers reached out to my head and grabbed a handful of my fragile hair almost ripping it off it's root.

"I have been waiting for so long for you to wake up, as I'm already getting quite bored of playing with the other she wolves", he said as his cold eyes looked up and down at me.

"I'm going to have so much fun with you", he said as his abhorrent breath made me want to throw.

 He pulled my hair roughly, closer to him. I felt his breathe closer to my scalp, as he inhaled the smell of my hair. I let out a loud growl full of anger and bitterness. 

He threw me roughly, letting me tumble hard on the ground. The manacles on my hands pulled my ankles painfully, filling me with so much pains on my already injured arm.

"You must learn to respect me, you little bitch", he yelled at me, as he heavy fast slap came down hard to my face. 

The sound of his hand hitting my face echoed through the entire room. I fell to the ground landing against the same cheek I had burnt as a result of the silver.

He grabbed my neck so tightly that I actually found it hard to breathe properly, then he walked steadily towards the door; dragging me like a helpless dog. 

HIs cold arm was wrapped so tightly to my throat, that I began to black out in my vision due to lack of air. 

I began crawling at his legs, trying desperately to let him take his hands off me but he was so persistent and violent.

"I am going to teach you how to act like a good puppy, he said as he threw me with so much force farther away from him, causing me to tumble like a bouncing ball.

I couldn't help but shed tears, as all my body were now in severe pains and full of injuries. 

My head was beginning to spin violently, as it felt as if I was going to pass out.

  I could hear him stomp around like a kid looking for what to entertain himself with. 

Being able to put myself together, I began to come back to my senses, as my vision was starting to become more clearer. 

I found myself in a small room, filled with so many torturing device. 

Fingers claw marks and blood stains covered the whole walls, and it kind of like smells like dead bodies. 

I could see dead wolves and human heads hung up like medals.

 Looking around, I saw the head of a dummy placed on a table, and on its head was nailed a humans face. 

Seeing all these made me gasp in horror as to what was going to be my fate. 

He suddenly came closer to me, as I could hear his irritating laugh so close to me.

 He wrapped something around my neck, and I couldn't help but scream in pain. It was actually a metal collar that had silvers around it.

 The smell of my roasting flesh, filled my sense of breath, and I couldn't help but fall to the ground helpless.

"Now you listen to me you bitch. If you want it off you, then you have to beg severely", he said as his lips curled into a sadistic smirk.

Very exhausted, I kind of like found it difficult to move a muscle, talk more of to say a word, but I really wanted to say something, which I finally did.

"I would rather watch my entire neck burn, than for me to beg an imbecile like you", I said as I spat to his face. 

And out of anger, I received another slap on the face; sending my face downwards.

Suddenly, I could feel a familiar movement inside of me. My wolf was finally back, for I could hear it's howling.

 Ignoring the silver placed on the collar around my neck, I placed my hands on the collar and tried as much as I could to set myself free.

 He hovered around me, laughing at my desperate attempts to set myself free from the collar.

"Ohhh, look at the way you tiny, little hands has got burnt", he mocked me, as he pulled my wrist closer to him, and holding a tight fist on my bleeding wrist. 

It was so painful for me to endure, although the pain on my neck was much more painful for me to handle. 

My pain only seemed to amuse him even more. I could hear the sound of my bone been shattered, and the pain made my vision blur.

 An uncontrollably scream left my mouth, echoing through the entire room. I felt as is I was about to pass out, and never to wake up again.

"Alpha!!, Alpha!!", A voice shouted from the other side of the door.

 "Alpha, we have to leave here right now. Some of our hunters have been found dead, and I think that this could be the other rogue's after us. We could be under attack", the panicked voice said.

I felt the collar unclip form my neck, falling to the ground while I fell next to it. The alpha scoffed in anger, as he grabbed me by my wrist, and pulled me to the ground as he moved.

"Let's go bitch", he barked.

I wanted to scream and create an alarm to notify the enemies that we were around. But no words left my mouth, as everything around me was still blurring.

"Let me go you bastard!!!!", I kicked and screamed refusing to go along with him; so I thought I was doing. But in reality, I was just like a lifeless body lying on the ground, unable to move a muscle.