Chapter Fifty Seven
TRIGGER WARNING: CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICT CONTENTS!!
“How long do we have to walk?” I questioned; the walk down the tunnels was almost fifteen minutes already. Where exactly was she leading me to? But I was too far into this to back out.
“It usually doesn’t take this long if I am alone, but I have to match pace with you,” she says. We are close.”
Finally, we stopped before a huge door.
“What is this?”
“Very curious, aren’t you? You will soon find out.”
She pulled the door open with some effort. And then she walked in.
The room was the biggest I had seen so far, its size rivalling a hall. But that hadn’t been what appalled me.
They were so many cages, as far as my eyes could see, lined horizontally and inside the cages where…. girls.
“What is this?” I questioned again. It could be the dungeons- every pack had this, but I doubted it; something about this place seemed off. The girls backed away from the cage the moment we walked in, their silent cries filling the room.
“The Nightshade pack is one of the richest and well known packs. We operate in many businesses; we are the best at everything, but none is more rewarding than the slave trade,”
she said.
I did my best to stand still, watching all the women, some barely clothed with wide eyes. I did know Thane was dangerous; it was clear, but this… this was sick. He trafficked women?
”
My mother had been a slave too; she had never recounted all the ill experiences she had faced at the hands of others before she was sold to the Windborne Pack, but I could still see the pain- in her eyes. I knew there were times she had prayed for death, and here, right before my eyes, the same thing was happening.
I hadn’t realized I was shaking.
“That’s not all there is to see. I did warn you, Thane is no good for you, and this pack is not sooth for you either.
She held my hands, leading me out because at some point I had forgotten how to move my legs. She led me up the few stairs, and we walked down the route, then she paused. “See for yourself what I mean,” she said.
There was a see–through glass barricade, giving us a view of what was taking place below.
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Chapter Fifty Seven
Thane was seated on a wooden chair, looking every bit dangerous. He was saying something, but I couldn’t quite catch it.
Before him stood a man and a woman, both naked and chained to face each other.
Thane rose, walking towards the man; he whispered something into the man’s ears, and the naked man shook his head frantically. It was clear that he was afraid; they both were.
I could hear the woman’s cries even from here.
Thane nodded to a soldier who stood by the door, and the soldier unchained the woman alone..
“Make her watch,” Thane ordered the soldier. He walked back to the nude man, a dagger in his hands, and then… he sliced at the man’s member.
I flinched, looking away as tears blurred my vision. Did he just chop off the man’s ‘genitals‘?.
The nude man roared; his cries were no longer silent, and the woman cried along.
I couldn’t move; I felt like I was frozen to my spot, and Thane forced the man’s organ into his mouth, choking him with it. He took some duck tape, slapping it to the man’s mouth.
Blood poured down to the ground, but Thane was not done.
Thane slashed at the man’s,abdomen over and over again, never going deep enough to kill the man. Death was better than this, and then his dagger sank into the man’s eyes, and I threw up. I threw up till there was nothing left in my stomach, but Beatrix wasn’t bothered by that.
Thane left the man handing there, and the woman, whose eyes were wide with fear, struggled against the soldier’s hold harder than ever before she managed to escape, but someone stopped her.
Axel.
He held her down. But she had managed to grab a dagger; I had thought she would try using it as a weapon; instead, she slit her wrist.
Thane caught up with her.
“Tsk, Tsk. I won’t let you die that so easily,” he promised her.
“Get me out of here, Beatrix…”
“But you are yet to witness the real show,” she purrs, and I knew she enjoyed this, but this time I couldn’t act tough; I would never be able to see this as normal, if this was what being tough meant then I never wanted to be that.
“Dammit, get me out!” I growled at her, and finally she nodded, walking away, and I followed.
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I knew why she did this; she wanted to show me the other part of Thane… and Axel; she wanted me scared, and she did achieve her mission.
Chapter Fifty Eight
I had wondered why they were both absent for the past two days, if only I knew what they had been busy with
I sobbed silently, I would never survive here. Now I doubted that Thane would keep to his words of letting me go, maybe I would end up there, just like those girls:
I had never felt so afraid in my life.
I rolled over Beatrix’s offer in my mind; she was willing to help me escape this place, but she couldn’t help my mother. I shouldn’t leave my mother behind, but I was so afraid, I didn’t want to be here for the next minute.
I jumped to my feet when someone walked in; it was Thane. I quickly wiped off my tears. “Why are you crying?”
“Is nothing?” I lied, my heart pounding. Now I knew what he could do; I would never be able to sleep on the same bed with this man. Everything about him frightened me, but what was more alarming was how indifferent he was, because this was his life. Even after what he had done what he had been doing, he could still sleep without being hunted. He was twisted in more ways than I could tell.
“You lie to me again, Riley.
“I just got emotional thinking about my past,” I say, and he gave me a long look before deciding to let it go I hoped..
“There is a feast coming up, you will be accompanying me; it would be different from the previous; Slade and Freya are gone now.” He says, mentioning his parents by their name
“L… I can’t.”
“I didn’t remember giving you an option”
“I’m not feeling very well; please Thane, I’d prefer to stay in,” I said.
Thane walked closer to me, his intense gaze on me. Did he know that something was off with me? Could he feel it? I couldn’t tell, but his hands trailed down my hair, and… I couldn’t I
– couldn’t take it. I flinched; he gripped me. “What was that?” he asked, and to that I gave no response; it seemed to irritate him. He pushed me against the bed, and I fell, bouncing on the bed. He joined me.
I placed my hands on his chest in an attempt to push him off me, but I didn’t think he could even notice my effort. His lips slammed into mine as he kissed me fiercely. I bit his lips, hard enough to draw blood, but the sicko had read a different meaning to that. And he tore off my clothes.
“No!” I cried out, and he paused. He finally noticed my struggle.
