05|| Freedom at last.

I dropped forcefully on his bed. He starts undressing, taking slow steps towards me. I coiled up on the other end of the bed. Tears streaming down my eyes. 

"It's nice...seeing you cry," he said in satisfaction.

 He enjoys what he's seeing. I need to think of something, anything. I scan the room, looking for any weapon or something I can use against him. My eyes landed on a fruit knife on a small table in the middle of his room. I smirk.

I look up at him to see him already looking at me. Confusion laced in his face. I cleared my throat. "Let me go before you regret it, Mark. Now or never." 

He furrowed his brows. "I saw you crying a minute ago, where is this confidence coming from? Girl, I'm having you tonight." Anger laced in his voice. He starts to unbutton his shirt.

"Your choice," I gave him a creepy smile.

To God, I am scared beyond imagination, I'm very scared to death. But I'll never show it. I have not hurt someone before...even an animal. But today, I'll hurt one.

Slowly, steadily, he moves towards me. Grinning like a teenager, he stopped when he got to his bed. He bent down, climbing his bed. His eyes are not moving away from mine.

An evil smirk on my face. Panic begins to rise in, my eyes moving from the knife on the table to the monster on the bed. 

He dragged my legs forward, making me lie down flat on my back. I don't want him to become observant. So, I started thrashing, moving my legs so he'll let go. Him being an Alpha, and a strong werewolf made an advantage of him pinning me down. 

His hands moved to my top, he began to unbutton my shirt but out of annoyance he tore it open. I scream loudly. My right knee, unintentionally, hit him hard. He legged me instantly and crouched down. His hands between his legs, as he groans in pain.

I took that to my advantage and I ran towards where the knife was. I grabbed it forcefully from the apple it was stabbed in. "If you think I'm going to sleep with you, think again." 

He stood up straight, wince a little from the pain between his legs. Instead, he laughed. He laughed out loud, so loud that my ears were hurting. His laugh was scary. But I won't back down without a fight.

He suddenly stopped laughing, "drop the knife. Imagine, I have over fifty guards in this house. How will you run away from me? Before you leave the border, they'll get you. It's you who need to think again." 

Undoubtedly, what he said is true, but in hell will I listen to a psychopathic animal like him. "You've gone mad!!" I scream. 

Tears streaming down my face, I don't know what to do for a moment. I am beyond terrified right now. Then suddenly, I remembered that I partook in martial arts when I was young. Good thing.

Pushing my weaknesses aside, I have to survive this. With my mind made up, I advance him. Moving fast to stab him. He shifted. My target was his crazy heart. But instead, it landed on his stomach.

Blood gushing out, I sat on him. I don't know if it was easy to stab him. I laugh out loud.

All the anger I had Installed all the three years he captured me began to refresh. 

I push the knife further in, he groans. "This, for kidnapping me." I remove the knife from his stomach, and place my shirt that he tore from my body on the spot so he'll not bleed to death. My plan isn't to kill him, my plan is to torture him before I leave. How I'm going to leave yet, I don't know.

I slice his face with the knife, not once but twice in his right cheek. "This, for torturing me for three years." He let out a painful moan. I giggle, "your moans are awful."

I grabbed his arm rolling his sleeve up and stabbed him there, he cried. But who cares. "This, for wanting to sleep with me." I'm so painfully mad. My wolf is not making it any easier for me. I removed the knife and he winced. I rolled down his sleeve.

His eyes are closing little by little. He can't sleep. Impossible! I stabbed him again in the stomach, by the left side. I don't even care if he dies. I twisted the knife in, he screamed out in pain. "This, for everything you made me go through." 

"I feel so good seeing you like this, I hate you." I spat out in disgust. I stood up from him, kicking him in the leg. I looked down and I regretted it. My hands are covered in blood. 

I went into his bathroom to clean the blood off my body. Thinking of how I'm gonna escape here. Then an idea came to him.

I went to his closet and searched for clothes to change in. I need to look clean. I grabbed his sweat black joggers and a green hoodie. I went back to his bathroom, breaking his window in a way that seemed like someone passed through it.

I didn't change, I held the clothes in my hands and went back into the bedroom. By the time I got there he had fallen unconscious. I checked his breath, he's still breathing. How I wish he could die by my hands. But I can't kill. If at all I want to kill someone, then it will be my family, for kicking me out and making my life miserable. I never asked them to give birth to me. I'm Luna. And now, I'm going to my park to make them pay and of course, claim my mate. I won't run anymore; I've done enough of that.

I faked crying. Screaming help out loud. The room door trash opens louding. I didn't stop screaming. Guards ran in. His beta grabbed my arm, yanking me.

Before he could talk, I started. "I swear..I—I didn't do anything. A m—man came and stab hi—him. He ran through the bath..room window. Please help him, I didn't do anything." I cried out again. 

He left me and ordered guards to chase after an invisible man. I laugh mentally. The beta went to him to check if he's still breathing. 

"He's still breathing, call the park doctor." He said. And he turned to me, "I don't know why you're crying since you hate him but calm down. He'll be fine." He added

Oh, I hate him so much. "I..I'm scared." 

I was taken to the lounge. A room before the big living room. Then a door to my freedom. Just wait a little more Star, then we'll be out. I told my mate.

Everyone ran after the Alpha. Are they mad!? What exactly do they see in him? I frown. That is none of my business. They'll all go and forget a prisoner like me. 

I sat down on one of the couches, tapping my leg continuously on the floor. Waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Isn't my idea great? I just can't wait.

Soon, when everyone was running here and there. Trying to catch the man, slaves gossiping about what happened. The beta talking to the doctor, the rest doing business and all. Everywhere was disorganized. Perfect timing! 

I stood up, walking carefully towards the door that led to the living room. Looking around, making sure no one notices me.

I made it successfully to the living room. I got there and scanned the whole room. It was empty. I ran through the main doors. Outside too was empty. No guards. Nothing at all. 

Fools! 

The clothes that I took from his closet, I dropped on the floor. I thought it would be trouble hiding those but I guess I was wrong. 

Without thinking twice, I shifted. I grabbed the clothes with my mouth. And I ran, I ran without looking back, I ran for my dear life. I ran even though I'm tired. I haven't eaten for days but I still ran.

I made sure I made it past the borders before calming down. 

That joy!