Torture
Serafine POV
My body burns, I was ready for something, some kind of pain, but this?1 want to claw away my skin, I want to peel it off to dig out whatever is in my blood. Once the door is locked, I use a chair to block it, then I pull the dresser over and place it in front as well.
I tried not to scream, to react, but I couldn’t.
Falling to the floor, I cry, and force myself not to scream despite the pain that is burning through me. My hands grip the carpet, and I lean forward.
It’s too much, a scream erupts from within me before I sob against the floor. I can’t cope with this, I’m used to pain, to everything, but this is too deep, too much, and I honestly want to die.
The Hollowfang Raven lands on the window, and I struggle to stand up up, walking over, I open it before falling to the floor again as another wave of pain explodes within me.
“Your mate can ease the pain.”
The Raven’s voice has me shaking. I don’t want him near me. He caused this, he did this. I scream again as my body shakes, and the burning grows.
“What you were injected with causes normal wolves slight pain, and limits their connection to their wolf.”
The Raven’s words annoy me, and I try to stop another scream.
“For Veyrathi, it severs the bond from their wolf entirely. If you don’t let your mate near for your wolf to connect with theirs, you will lose your wolf.”
My head shakes quickly. “No,” I growl, and hear the knock. I can’t let him near me. This is his fault.
I can hear him calling through the door asking to come in, but I don’t answer. I cling to the carpet, to the bedding, to anything that is close to me. My body burns, and the longer I’m here, the less I feel my wolf. I don’t want to lose my wolf, but I also don’t want to let Xander near me.
Even if it wasn’t meant to be this painful, how could he try to mute my wolf? What sort of monster does that? I scream again and crouch over, before sobbing.
The door bangs, but I ignore it. I don’t care what he thinks or wants, I’m not moving, I’m not letting him in or near me. The Hollowfang Raven flies out of the window, and I crawl over, placing my back against the dresser so I can try to stop Xander from getting in. He’s shouting at me to let him in, but I won’t.
Instead, I curl up on myself. Trying to grit my teeth through the pain. My body is still burning, and I’m now soaked from sweat. It’s rolling off me, and my hands shift slightly into paws before turning back to hands.
Something is wrong. My wolf keeps pushing forward, but then retreats again. I know what the Raven said, but I don’t want Xander’s help. My nails dig into my skin, and I don’t care that I’m bleeding.
The sting of the cuts distracts me briefly, but then the fire inside burns hotter and I scream again. Xander has stopped banging against the door, which is good, as I don’t have the capacity to focus on him as well right now.
Curling into a smaller ball, I cry, and try to focus on my wolf. I try to pull her back to me, to get her closer, but it’s hard. Everytime I reach out for her, it burns, and I scream again.
“Please Goddess,” I cry, and beg, hoping that someone is listening and will stop the pain. I just want it to go, I want it to end. “Please…” my voice breaks, and I sob.
My nails dig into my palm as another wave of fire explodes. Screaming, my hands partly shift to claws, and I dig my nails in deeper, the pain of it only seems to distract me briefly before the burning comes back worse.
I can’t do this. My wolf is howling and now it feels like she’s clawing at me as well in punishment. Maybe I should just get Xander and let him help me? I don’t want to though. i don’t want to be weak and need him.
Another scream escapes, and my wolf continues to slash against my body like she’s punishing me. “I’m sorry,” I cry out and clutch onto myself. My body tries to stand but it’s too weak and I fall down to my knees again.
I don’t know what to do. I didn’t want Xander near me, and now I want him he’s gone. I can’t get up and move enough to unblock the door. I’m stuck here, alone with this burning pain that is slowly killing me and my wolf.
Crying out, I try to stand but my body falls again. Successfully unlocked! and push it out of the way, only without my wolf,
it’s impossible. It’s too heavy and nothing I do works.
Screaming, I press my legs against it and try to push but it doesn’t move.
Falling to the floor, I curl in on myself and cry. My wolf is getting weaker, and I don’t want to lose her. My nails dig in more, but I don’t care about the pain from that, or the blood. I care about the fact I’m losing my wolf and I can’t stop it.
1/2
Torture
What did I ever do to deserve such a punishment? Why would the goddess just leave me here to be tortured more than I was at my family? At least at home with my father the abuse was physical. This, is worse, this is torture on a whole new
level.
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