I slowly come around to my senses, but everything, with the inclusion of my memory is only a hazy blur.
And why on earth is my back attached to something so cold?
I try to shake the uncomfortable feeling away, trying to move out of whatever that is that is behind me, but then I find out that my movements were restricted and my hands were cuffed around my back.
Definitely means that the cold thing I was feeling against me was the pole that my hands were cuffed around.
Great, just great.
But how did I get into this situation again?
My head hurt as I tried hard to think about the events that had occurred leading to this. How did all this happen to me?
Then slowly, it all began to come back, my memory of the last events trickling in. An improvement, but still.
Violet's Burgundy Convertible. Us getting into it. Violet driving us away. Everett mind linking Violet, telling her to return us to the pack house as soon as possible— no, immediately. Violet turning the car around to get us back to safety from the Blood moon pack, the large truck approaching us, and then hitting the car.
The car flipping over and landing the wrong way as Violet and I dangled from our seatbelts. Violet calling out to a disillusioned me. A raging roar coming out from the direction of the woods, and finally, everything suddenly went black and it felt a bit peaceful.
That was it! That was what happened! I was in an accident.
Everett must have been so worried about me. But if I was in an accident, where was Violet? She was in the accident too? And why was I handcuffed to a very long pole?
That was when it hit me. I remembered Violet telling me that somehow, the blood moon pack had managed to get some information about my whereabouts. And so if I was in an accident, and apparently- I thought looking at the blood dripping from an unseen wound- still injured, then it could only mean that I was in—
"Kyle, look. The brat is finally awake!" A taunting voice I knew very well said, as the owner of the voice took an intimidating stance in front of me. Kylie.
The Blood Moon pack.
"Looks like she finally decided that it was time to come around. Do you know just how many times I have tried shaking and pushing and pulling awake?" Kyle spat into my face, seething.
Kylie sent a kick to my side, one that would have sent me sprawling, if not for the pole supporting me.
"So you actually thought that you could run away, huh? You thought that you could escape? Did we not tell all of you puny wolves that the only escape available for you is your death?" Kylie asked with a menacing smile.
This is terrible. What had happened to Violet? What did they do to her?
And of course they would not have the decency to take her and Violet to a hospital first. They were just brutal that way.
"So it was actually true? You did hit my brother and pushed him down onto the glass? Making him bleed?" Kylie screamed and I flinched back.
"I did not hit him technically." I cried out, hoping she would understand. But at that, she only sent another kick that made something in my body go crack.
Maybe I would finally die here then.
"You are not allowed to speak, Omega." Kyle said, pulling at my hair.
I knew that the wise thing to do was to probably keep my mouth shut and succumb to their verbal insults and very physical hits, but I couldn't help it.
"Every wolf, regardless of their position with apparent lack, as one in my position, has every right to speak. That I know at least." I said weakly, my body drenched in my very own sweat and blood.
Then suddenly, with a speed that I could not even comprehend, a force hit my cheek and sent my head sideways with the utmost ease. Kylie had punched me on my face!
That was going to leave one helm of a swelling and a very big swelling later.
My mouth tasted of something metallic and I knew that it was not the iron fillings that the people in upper positions sometimes used to prank us omegas while we ate.
They would add iron filings to our food and watch us eat. Once, it even killed one of us, but that definitely did not deter them from doing that.
I just hoped that all I got was an injury and that I had not lost a tooth. That would be a terrible thing to happen.
"Where—" I began to speak, my voice hoarse, and followed with a lot of blood being coughed out of my system.
"Please t-tell me where Violet is." I rasped out, spitting out blood afterwards.
"A kick for every question." Was what I heard from Kyle before he sent one to my face? My lips were coated with my blood soon after that.
"Your little friend should be dead by now. We wanted to kill her but that would have been too nice, you know?" Kylie said with a fucked up smile.
"Yes, and so we gave her some more wounds and left her in the other room to bleed to death. Even her fast healing would not help her now. She has been cuffed with silver handcuffs." Kyle said with a proud nod of his head.
"S-s-silver cuffs? Please, do not do that." I pleaded with them and Kyle came forward and kicked me again.
"Bold of you to think that the words of a waste of good space would be able to plead on anyone's behalf." Then he bent and leaned closer. "Did you actually think that I would listen to your words?"
Kylie pulled him back with one hand very easily, and Kyle looked embarrassed at that fact.
"Do not pull me like that, Kylie." He said with a frown.
Another slave put their head inside the room, visibly shaking.
"L-lunch is served. P-please come and eat your food." She had said, her voice wavering and her eyes darting to me once.
Personally, I think that the sight of me looking all battered and bloody, and the sight of the siblings standing in front of me with all the blood too was enough to make her lose consciousness for a while.
"On our way. Get out." Kyle shouted at the slave girl, and with a high pitched scream, she ran off.
Smart choice.
"We are going to come back for you and then afterwards, we will have a lot of fun together, breaking your bones and your somehow seemingly strengthened resolve." Kylie said and turned to her brother.
"Two more kicks for old time's sake?" She said, looking at him. An onlooker would think that they were talking about something emotional or something like that, but I knew what was going to come.
Kyle nodded and I shut my eyes. "For old time's sake."
I braced myself for impact. The hits did not come after I had counted to twenty and the place was deathly silent.
Then I made the mistake of opening my eyes.
The siblings came at me immediately. I did so, punching my arms so hard that I could have sworn that I had dislocated my shoulder. And then they gave me two more kicks for good measure.
Stupid mind games.
"You should feel honored that we spend a lot of time with you, brat." Kylie laughed, a pretty one which disgusted me because the only thing that was pretty about her was her physical appearance.
"These wolves can be so ungrateful most times, sister." Kyle said with laughter in his voice as he left.
I stayed, lying down on the floor with my arms still handcuffed at my back. It was a most uncomfortable position, but at least the cold floor felt a bit better as my wounds pressed against it, absorbing the coolness.
I wondered if Everett was still searching for me.
Well, of course he would. Violet is here too, so he would surely search for us.
I only hoped that he would be able to find Violet and I before we got killed. Especially poor Violet. They had really given her injuries with silver handcuffs.
Normally, she should be able to heal faster than usual, but then, with the silver on her, her quick healing would be decreased to a dangerously low level, or even stopped until a few days after the silver was removed.
I had heard of weak wolves dying as soon as they came in contact with silver. And I certain did not think that Violet was used to this kind of harsh treatment. I could only hope that she was still breathing, and that Everett would find us. He was our only hope of being freed from these literal clutches.
Moments later, I had no idea how much time had passed. Minutes, or even hours, but two guards came in.
"We have been asked to take you to your new room." One of them said, and I knew that I was about to be tortured by Kyle and Kylie once again.
"Please." I rasped out, still on the floor. The air stank of dried blood and sweat.
The guards paid no attention to me as they removed my cuffs and took me away.
I was taken to an empty room, devoid of anything but a small metal cage in a corner, wide opened.
They had a dog?
Soon after, Kyle and Kylie came in and shut the door behind them.
Oh boy, here we go again.
Kyle brandished a whip with five tails at the end, and in Kylie's hand, she held a knife.
"Here doggy. Come and play." Kylie's eyes shone and she moved the knife around in the air. Her brother, Kyle, on the other hand ran towards me with the whip in his hands, chasing after me. My legs were throbbing, but it seemed that the adrenaline had fuelled my body just fine.
Kyle continued to chase after me, but even with my wounds, I was faster. I was so occupied with running away from Kyle, I had not noticed that Kylie was still in the room with us. Then suddenly, she grabbed my arm and with the knife, tore a straight line into my already battered skin.
With a scream, I ran out of her grip and the chase with Kyle continued as I ran off with him following suit. Then I see the open cage and run into it.
"We expected you to do that." Kylie chuckled and locked the cage.
Fucking mind games. Again.
"She fell straight into our trap." The siblings gave each other a high five.
Then Kylie began to ask me questions, whipping me as she did so.
"Where is your mom and dad, Rachelle?"
Whip!
"Did they abandon you?"
Whip!
"Were you not wanted anymore?"
Whip!
"Do you even have a mate? Not that any normal wolf or human would want to have you as a mate anyway!"
Whip!
"So you even found your way to Everett's pack? How compass-ionate of you."
Whip!
"Rachelle, my dear, what did you ever do to deserve any of this treatment? Your parents are nowhere to be found, and your mate is not found." Kyle taunted, brandishing his whip.
"You are all alone and we would make sure that you would always remain that way."
Whip!
I just curled into a ball as the whip cut through the spaces in the cage and landed on my skin, like a thousand fire ants attacking at once.
They were right. Just what did I do to deserve this?
I thought, drifting in and out of consciousness.