Pain consumed her whole being, it was the only thing that kept her from thinking it was all a dream.
Though, she wished she was stuck in a dream than experiencing it first hand.
It has been close to a month which felt like an eternity. Each day the promise for her to feel pain and scream was kept.
Slowly her physical self was withering away but emotionally she still held on.
You could tell that she had changed much more, every day the torcher had gotten to her mental health and it scared her.
She laid on the floor staring into the space of unknown. She's just been drained again of tears leaving her body bloody. Everyone knew that she needed time to herself once she was brought back and sometimes she would just be unconscious but how she wished to be just that to not feel the sensation that has happened to her body.
She knew she has come too far to give up. Seven years she survived without hope, and she still could, but lately she started to think she would never make it out alive.
Much surprising her wolf has healed as much as she could to at least stop the bleeding.
One could never imagine nor wish upon their enemies for this to happen.
Her waist length her was burnt to just her shoulders. Both her pinkies were chopped off leaving her with only eight fingers. Patches of her skin had littered marks, bruises and burnt skin. Relief never came to her. She was told that this was just the beginning but it was the end of her. They would be tourchering a soulless person, jokes on them.
The only comfort she had gotten was from the purest heart that had set her motherly switch on. Valexia. The little girl had no-one besides her. She would cry each time she laid her eyes on Alexia's battered body. There was no lie that they both felt a connection for comfort and protection.
Telling Valexia that the woman who cared for her all this time was dead, was probably the hardest thing she had to in a long time.
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[Continuations of Chapter Fourteen]
Nico wasn't gentle at all, he threw her like a sack of potatoes into the cell.
She cried out while still cradling her stabbed palm to her chest. She no longer had cuffs holding her hands together. Her hands were free to motion around just like her sore muscles, but what joy could she rejoice in when all she could feel was the hole in her palm that could be seen through both sides.
Nico was long gone alerting all the shifters to come out from the shadows in concern as to how Alexia had returned earlier than Hildred. Non of them knew that fate had taken her already to the goddess above.
Ponderous, Val made her way to Alexia crouching besides her. Forlornness was seen in both their eyes as they stared into each other's souls.
"Where's Hildred?" Val asked with a shaky voice as she was on the brick of tears.
Alexia couldn't bring herself to say anything. For such a little girl, she knew her surroundings. She cared not about her palm as she pulled Val to her chest.
"She's gone Val. I'm so sorry." Alexia whispered with her lips pressed on her greasy head not bothered by the gross factors of each other not having a wash in such a long time.
Hildred was possibly the only motherly figure Val had after her mother's passing. And at such a young age every child needed its mother.
Val silently cried as Alexia soothed her to calmness. At that moment Alexia knew that she would be the one who would be by Valexia's side and fight for her safety, no matter if she herself would get hurt.
[End of Chapter Fourteen]
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Alexia turned her head to the side to view the little girl who was curled up into a ball by her side.
Val's head rested on Alexia's abdomen as she slept soundlessly.
Alexia had gotten used to the funky smells and the sticky substance of her skin. She was definitely sure that she was unrecognizable like everyone else.
The rotten food and somewhat water was the only thing that kept all the shifters in the cell alive. Those whom once held a body of flesh were now down to bones. A meal once a day that was shared amongst now Eighteen shifters were still not enough to satisfy their hunger.
Tonight sleep could not hit her, the freezing air from outside has all the shifters using each other's body heat.
But that was not what worried her. A constant feeling had been tugging in her chest as if she had to expect something unexpectedly.
The dream she first had of a woman appearing was the last Alexia had seen her. It was weird but somewhat not harmful.
The human hunters hadn't gotten any less gentle. In fact their moods had gotten worst. Mateo was the worst from them all. He had interrogated every single shifter in the cell for information non of them knew, but some hid secrets.
Each time Mateo would bring up stories of attacks that has been happening to the humans around the world, had got him going ballistic.
Apparently some shifters amongst her had information on why those attacks were happening. Some died in honor of not giving up the truth.
Alexia had a feeling that somehow Val was involved but knew nothing. She seemed close to four other shifters in the cell, and they always protected her. Something was up and she needed to find out soon. It would be her own entertainment if she knew what was happening so that she could tempt the hunters.
Slowly Alexia let sleep consume her being as she needed to heal. Her eyelids felt heavy and dry as they burnt. She hoped for a dream of her parents or a dream of everything rainbow and sunshine for once.