Never Ending Darkness
I’m confused. My head is pounding, and I can barely shift my eyes behind my lids because it hurts to damn bed. The smell of mildew and ples quickly reminds me that I am still captive in my 515 enge underground. My piss hucket was probably kereked over again. Moaning, I shift to my side and start to open my eyes. Darkness greets me. No lights tonight mens fin being punished. The beating 1 look makes me feel like I’ve been hit by a truck and dragged dtem a mountain. He shuts the lights off if I don’t cry for him. The only thing that brings the warden great pleasure is seeing my fears while he takes what he wants from me, when he wants it. My pain is the only thing that appatently brings him joy. The darkness never bothered me as a wolf shifter, but when my wolf Aramana abandoned me, I lost my night vision and now the oner unbothersome darkness now holds all my fears with no warning of their approach.
I’m unable to stretch out unless I’m being tied down and Lean’t use my full shifter healing abilities without my wolf. If I’m not being raped, abated and tortured, I’m daydreaming about all the beautiful ways Lean end my suffering. Some would call my longing for death suicidal ideations. I call it freedom. Salvation. The end to all my constant pain. Kidnapped years ago, at 14, I have been held captive long enough to mature as a woman and omega shifter. I don’t know how long I’ve been locked away, but I know every day here is another day too long.
“Wakry, wakey.” Whispers the waren from somewhere in the dark.
How long has he been here hiding, watching? I immediately jump back into the corner of my cell when I feel faint breath on the nape of my neck.
“It’s a shame you can’t see the bumps that lurk in the night, snow.” Terrified, I curled up into a ball in the middle of my cell. His breath reeks of cigarettes
and booze.
“You didn’t cry for me. You quit screaming and now you take away my tears? Are you truly that broken little snow?” His mocking laugh echoing in the underground facility I’m kept in. I told you I would get your voice back. Now, we’ll add your tears to the list he snarls, and I hear the unlocking of my cage door. He immediately reaches in and grabs me by the hair pulling me from my care naked and dragging my skinned knees across the concrete floor reopening them and causing them to bleed. I don’t fight. I gave up lifetimes ago. I grit my teeth refusing to make a sound. I can’t remember the last time I spoke. My last words were “Please don’t put me in there. He put me in the walk–in freezer naked anyway.
I am lifted off the floor and immediately shoved into a wall. Cold and broken like me. Maybe he will choke me this time and go too far, ending my suffering. Maybe he will piss in my rations later and make me eat it. He’s quite creative when he’s denied his pleasure.
“Cry for me you little bitch. He grusts I’m sure flashing his fangs and placing his hand around my neck, squeezing the air from me and causing me to urinate down my leg causing him to laugh.
“Beg for air and I’ll go easy on you. Give me your tears and I will give you a warm meal tonight. Withold them and you starve. He reminds me.
I can’t remember the last time I had anything warm to eat. My food is always cold and laced when I’m allowed to eat anyway. Laced with what…I’m not sure, but I think it is the main reason I lost Aramana. Maybe this time they put too much in? I would love to find out, but I refuse to give any of these assholes my tears or words, It’s all I have left. I’m mute by choice and will remain that way. If I can’t talk to my wolf, I don’t want to talk at all. They’ve taken everything from me. This is all I know. My ability to produce tears left and it’s not coming back. I’m broken, alone, helpless and a vegetable rotting in a cage. There is nothing else. I am numb.
vision starts to go black. I see stars in the darkness and it’s oddly comforting. I can’t remember the last Gasping for air like a fish. Limp against the wall, my time I saw real ones. I’m dropped to the ground like a limp noodle and immediately kicked in my right rib cage. The air leaves me and excruciating pain sets in Yep, they’re broken again. Constant pain while breathing is one of his favorite forms of torture and the easiest to inflict,
I fall to my left side on the cold, unforgiving concrete. I dare not crawl away. That will always lead to more beatings. I once lost my fingernails when i was grabbed and pulled by my ankles while trying to crawl away, clawing at the floor. I hope if I ever shift again, I have claws because my nails are still growing back in. He licks up the side of my face and the unge tu vomit stomach acid is immediate.
“Oh, you taste so sweet little Omega. You taste like fear, and it is delicious.” He hisses by my ear causing me to flinch. “Your disobedience gets me hard, but your fear makes me want to rut you. You don’t have anywhere else to be tonight, you’re all mine and i have permission to use you all night as long as you’re ready for the healer in the morning. You ve got a big day ahead with a high paying alpha looking for an Omega in heat, so we need you looking presentable and that snow white skin ready for new bruises. He laughs the last part like he just heard a great joke.
They drug me with some street drug created to put an oeg in a false heat. The cramping pain is unbearable, and the hot flashes make you feel like you are being burnt alive. It’s only for a day or two, but that’s too long. I have no sense or ability to function after receiving the heat injection. Usually tied down, my body betrays me, always ready with slick for an alpha knut, not sated and too drugged to stay coherent. Of course, there are moments of consciousness when I realize I’m filled with alpha knots and foreign objects with fresh wounds and the smell of blood in the air, but it passes quickly. At least, I think it does.
Never Ending Darkness
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