"Your Gamma boy isn't going to save you this time," he taunted, his voice dripping with malice. My heart sank, and despair threatened to consume me. Was Christian really not coming to help me? Had he abandoned me to this hell? The guard stepped closer again, his erection pressing against my thigh as he leaned in, his foul breath brushing against my ear.
"You're going to take what's coming to you, and you're going to like it." I couldn't help the sob that tore from my throat, a desperate plea for mercy. But I knew that the man before me had none to give. My mind raced, torn between fear and self-pity, as well as an unexpected anger.
“Now boys,” the guard said as he began to unbuckle his belt. “Let me show you how to make a woman scream.”
Chapter 14
Erica
Thecoldmetalofthe chains dug into my wrists, biting into my flesh as I struggled against them. My arms ached from bearing most of my weight, and exhaustion quickly set in. Panting, I glared at the lead guard who stood just out of reach, watching me with an amused smirk on his face. The other guards snickered behind him, their eyes never leaving my battered body.
"Fuck you," I spat at the lead guard, venom dripping from each word. "What the fuck are you looking at, pervert?" His amusement vanished, replaced by a seething rage that burned in his eyes. He growled low in his throat before clenching his fist and taking a step forward. Before I knew it, his knuckles connected with my stomach, sending waves of pain radiating throughout my body. I coughed, gasping for breath as I lost my footing and slammed back against the cold stone wall behind me.
"Is that all you've got?" I managed to choke out between laboured breaths, refusing to let him see how much he'd hurt me. But deep down, the fear was growing, gnawing at me like a relentless beast. With a surge of adrenaline, I managed to get back on my tiptoes, my green eyes blazing as I glared at the sadistic guard.
"Feisty little bitch, aren't you?" the lead guard sneered, his cruel gaze roaming over my body, lingering on the places where bruises had already begun to form.
"Better than being a spineless coward who gets off on beating up women," I shot back, forcing my voice to sound steady even though my insides were trembling. "Go ahead, keep hitting me. Maybe one day you'll actually feel like a man."
"Careful, sweetheart," he warned, his voice dripping with malice. "You might just get what you're asking for."
"What's the matter?" I taunted, my voice barely above a whisper. "Do you only feel powerful when you're beating up women?" The guard's eyes narrowed, and he grinned wickedly.
"Oh, I prefer fucking them," he replied, grabbing his hardening dick through his pants. "But I'm not opposed to it being rough." He stepped in close, his hot breath brushing against my ear as he whispered,
"You can fight all you want, bitch, but when I'm done with you, you'll be lucky to be able to stand." I shuddered at his words, the pit of fear in my stomach growing heavier by the second.
As the guard ran his hand across my cheek, I tried to flinch away, but he was quick to grab a handful of my light red hair and yank my head to one side. The pain was sharp and intense, and I couldn't hold back a cry as he began to sloppily kiss my neck.
"Get the fuck off me!" I snarled, my body shaking from a mixture of fear and anger.
"Aw, sweetheart, you don't mean that," the guard cooed mockingly, his lips trailing wet, disgusting kisses along my collarbone. "You know you like it rough."
"Ahem," one of the other guards fake-coughed, trying to get their boss's attention. "Erm, boss, I wanna fuck this bitch as much as anyone, but I don't think even her pussy is worth a death sentence." The guard smirking against my neck chuckled and looked back at his comrades.
"Relax," he said with a dismissive wave. "We've got time. Gamma boy is in a meeting with the Alpha." My dread heightened, knowing he meant Christian, my supposed saviour was nowhere near to stop this nightmare. He turned back to me, grinning wickedly.
"See, sweetheart? We have plenty of time to have fun." I tried to struggle again, but the guard gripped my neck tightly, just enough to hurt.
"Fight all you want," he whispered into my ear, his breath hot and nauseating. "I'll have you screaming in no time." With each word, each invasive touch, my fear battled with self-pity and anger. How could I be in this position, chained and at the mercy of this sadistic bastard? The small part of me that felt aroused by the rough treatment only fuelled my rage further. I refused to let him win, refused to let him see how he affected me.
"Go fuck yourself," I managed to hiss through gritted teeth, my voice shaking.
"Such a little tease," the guard replied, tightening his grip around my throat.
"Don't worry, I'll break you soon enough." the guard sneered as he began to run his hands down my body. His fingers groped at my breasts, and I tried to pull away, but there was nowhere for me to go. The chains that held me dug into my skin, a constant reminder of the helplessness I felt. The guard's touch sent shivers down my spine.
"Look at this mess," he said as his hands reached the remains of my ruined dress. With a malicious grin, he tugged at the bottom, which had ridden up during my struggle and now barely covered my ass. As he pulled the dress higher, exposing more of my skin, I couldn't help but feel humiliated. "There, fixed your dress. Now it's appropriate for the slut that you are."
My heart raced as he started to run his hands up my legs, eventually reaching my panties. I tried to focus on anything else, the coldness of the stone walls, the smell of damp earth, the distant sounds of footsteps echoing through the dungeon, anything to escape the reality of what was happening. But it was no use; his fingers found their way over the top of my panties, rubbing where my clit lay hidden beneath the fabric.
"Please... stop," I whispered, my voice barely audible, as the dread consumed me. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions, fear, self-pity, anger, it was hard to pinpoint on one.
"Aw, what's the matter?" the guard taunted, his breath hot against my ear. "Don't like being touched? You're just a dirty little whore, aren't you? It's only fitting that you get treated like one." His crude words only served to fuel my anger, but I knew there was nothing I could do in my current state.
"Fuck you!" I spat, my voice shaking with rage. "You're nothing but a pathetic coward who gets off on hurting others."
"Bold words for someone in your position," he replied, smirking. "But don't worry, sweetheart. We've got plenty of time to break you in." The guard's hand moved like a serpent, its scales rough against my skin as he pressed the material of my panties into my clit. Sharp pain shot through me, and I clenched my teeth, trying to hold back the scream that threatened to escape. He smirked, his eyes full of malice, as he said,
