Taking a deep breath, I step forward, calming myself, preparing myself. "Logan Burnes, kneel and submit," alpha Sam commands but Logan stands firm, unmoving, "Logan, please willingly submit," but still he stands, unwavering. Sam steps onto the lower step and leans in closer to my father to speak as quietly as possible so only we can hear him, "Logan, submit or you will be made to." To which my father chuffs, making a snorting sound of disbelief. "Fine." Sam growls, "you leave me little choice," straightening up and retaking his place with us, he nods to me and as I step forward again my father laughs. Laughs at me, at the premise I can make him do anything let alone submit. His humour sparks a reaction, as I feel the fire burn inside of me, feeling it grow and expand as it travels along and through my veins, coating my nerves, burning, fueled by my disappointment in him, my anger at his actions, at his disrespect towards me and mine. I fight to control the fire from consuming me, as
Elias POV 'Come on Chilli, you can do this, you've got this!' I think to myself as all I can do is observe the precedings unfolding before me. 'Come on, use it!' Watching her struggle. "Submit," she commands, but Logan just squashes her with his aura and I have to fight my protective instincts to not jump in and help her. "Last chance, Submit! Now!" She growls through gritted teeth. Logan's expression is full of confusion as my father barks at him,"Logan! He'd her, listen to her!" But he laughs and laughs, making me want to hit him so badly."Are you blind? How is she going to beat me? You can't do it for her, Sam. None of you can," shooting mother and I a horrid look, not letting up on his child, in pain on the ground. I can feel her pain like it is my own, my instincts say to push it away, to not feel it, but I can't do that, I can't leave Chilli to suffer alone. Logan's not holding back, his anger is consuming him whole as my father loses his temper, "Logan!" He roars,"No Sam,
Chilli POV "You have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen," I coo, rocking this bundle of joy in my arms, "yes you do, my little angel," kissing my baby's forehead so softly, so gently, it probably feels like a feather brushing against her delicate skin. She looks up at me and smiles, her little face full of joy and happiness at seeing her mummy. 'You are mine, all mine and I'm never letting you go,' I think to myself, 'I will fight for you, die for you, kill to protect you, my little angel.' She looks so much like me at that age, and her eyes are like mine but also Elias's. She is perfect. As I lose myself in the cuteness of her features, in the love I have for her, the ground starts to shake around us. I clutch her close to my chest, fear and the need to protect her spiking, stinging my nerves, looking around as my surroundings vibrate viciously and crack, sending dust up into the air. I cough as I'm bumped up and off of my seat, falling forward onto the floor. I land on my knee
Fuck this and fuck her, I have nothing left to lose. If I'm going down I'm dragging her with me.The door swings open with an old metal sound, as it squeaks a high pitched squeal, just narrowly missing the top of my head. She stands above me, looking down at me with a cruel smile,"Hello Charlotte," she says with the nastiest bedside manner voice I've ever heard, "what are you doing down there?" She asks like I'm a fucking child. Glancing up at her and then away, not caring to give her the time of day to look at her face or answer that stupid bloody question. She continues as if I've answered her, "well, you'll catch your death on the cold floor like that, get up," acting all nicey nice but I just roll my eyes at her, not playing her games. "I said get up," she spits through gritted teeth as she kicks me, I wince but that's it, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of showing too much pain."Where is my father? Does he know or even care where I am or what you are doing with me?' I
Days or maybe even weeks pass and Pauline stops by every few days to feed and hydrate me, although what she gives me I wouldn't classify as completely edible. These deliveries of substance aren't given without a price, without her torment. I've noticed the more pleasure she gets from watching me suffer and squirm, the more food and water I get. It is like a fucked up reward system. So I swallow my pride and play the game, the more I play along and make it seem like she is getting to me, the more I get. 'This is for you, my angel.' I think each time. The jokes on Pauline anyway, she thinks it's real, she thinks it is working. I have to fight the urge to laugh and giggle at her sometimes, or I'd give it all away. I have to laugh, if I don't, I think I might just cry.One of the days after she'd thrown the smallest disposable water bottle I'd ever seen at me, and dished out some verbal abuse disguised as a mind game. Taking a drink, I think at myself, 'Drink up little one,' to which th
Pauline would come back and see me every few days, normally not long after the beatings have been dished out by the men who are obviously working for her. She'll act all sweet and nice by tending to my wounds, giving me food and water, then apologising for the lack of it or the mistreatment I've endured. I have no idea what the crazy bitch is up to, but I don't like it or trust her. Okay, yes, I let her treat my wounds and I eat the food, but that's only so I don't get an infection or starve. With the small amount of food and water I am consuming, I am not able to heal myself properly and if I have any hope of getting out of this place, any hope of finding Chilli, of retaking my pack, I need my strength back as much as possible. So I reluctantly play along, whiles submerging my mind and heart in the thoughts, memories and feelings I have for and of my Chilli. The sound of her sweet voice, the feel of her lips against mine, the sensual aroma of her skin, just keeping her in
Now I know, now I know he is here! Elias is alive and here somewhere. I heard him, I heard him howl, I heard his pain. There is hope again, I have hope again. I just wish there was a way I could communicate with him to let him know I am here, that I am okay, well, alive. Shit, I didn't know what had happened to him or where he was. I hoped and wished he would be out there, safe, and searching for me, not locked away from me, like me, with her. What is she doing with and to him? Mind games? Definitely. But doubtful they are anything like mine. Okay, focus, how am I going to let him know I'm here too? I can't talk to him, but maybe I can send him some sort of message, but how? I need something, someone who has contact with both of us .... shit, Pauline! But how? It's not like I can give her a note to pass on to him or hide it on her, plus I don't have anything to write on or with. Think Chilli, think. As I run my fingers through my hair, I feel something wet. Pulling my hand away
Elias POV Lying in a heap on the floor and everything hurts, my ribs are probably broken again, my top lip and one of my eyes feel swollen. "Fuck," I whisper, using the cold ground to soothe the pain and reduce the swelling of my bruises. Five ... four ... three ... two ... one."Oh my dear, what have they done to you this time." She swoons, entering my room like clockwork. I groan at her presence, I think I'd rather starve or endure another beating than have to deal with her craziness. I've just been beaten an inch from my life, I could do without the flirty, googly eyes of Pauline, trying to play good cop and nurse with me after. "Fuck off," I whisper,"What was that?" She asks, clearly not hearing me,"Nothing," I sigh, not having the strength to talk or argue with her today. I hold back my growl as she kneels down beside me to lift my head up, helping me drink, I don't like it when she touches me, it makes my skin crawl. But as I accept the w