Werewolf’s Heartsong

Chapter 96

Chapter 96

Alora’s POV

It was cold… it was always cold down here…and dark. There was a very small glow coming from the

dirt covered window on the other side of the basement. I was curled up on the damp stone floor, up

against the support beam I was chained to. I could hear something dripping from somewhere. I was

covered in blood and my own filth. I had been down here for so long. The last of the wounds from the

recent whipping sealing shut. Then I hear a slam as the upstairs door shuts and Sarah lets out a shriek

for her mother.

I start to shake, I know what’s coming…she’ll be coming down here soon…and she’ll start on me again. NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

More shrieking goes on upstairs before the basement door is slammed open and shut with loud bangs.

Sarah stomps down the stairs and over to were I am and then kicks me in the stomach, once, twice,

three times. I felt close to vomiting from the blows. I don’t understand a word she’s saying, I’ve stopped

listening to her ranting a long time ago. O

I try and sit up in an effort to stop her from kicking me again, but I was weak from blood loss and lack of

nutrition, they haven’t feed me in days. Before I can move farther she slaps me, causing me to fall back

down on the ground. She keeps slapping me, I lost count of how many slaps she gave me. Then she

stops breathing heavily for a moment, she looked like a demon from hell to me, her face twisted in

anger, her hands looked like they were about to claw me. (2)

Then she walks over to the table. No…no…please…Goddess….no… But my silent pleading went

unanswered. She came back with her leather roll of knives. She took out one of her favorites. It was a

six inch, double sided blade, a dagger really. I knew begging and pleading with her wouldn’t get her to

stop, it only brought Sarah pleasure. So I refuse to scream with the first cut, a deep slice down my

thigh.

She looks mad that I didn’t voice my pain, my blood isn’t flowing as fast as she’d like either, but then…

I’d already lost so much of it. She buried the dagger in my shoulder, and I have to bite back another

scream as the silver sears my flesh and the blade goes out the other side. My body is trembling with

the pain and blood loss. Her face twists even more as she becomes furious at my lack of response to

her torture. 2

She yanks the blade out of my shoulder, I barley catch the scream of agony at that move, my entire

body covered in sweat. She shrieks at me more, something about Darien, then slaps me a few more

times. My lips are already split, blood dripping from my mouth, my eyes were black. She stabs me in

the other shoulder all the way through again, this time a small whimper is let out, and she smiles. (1)

I redouble my efforts not to give in to the noises again. She slices a deep gash down my arm, I want to

scream so badly with the agony, but I withheld it. Sarah’s smile falters and turns into an ugly snarl and

she slices the other arm. There was more fiery pain, my vision was becoming fuzzy, and black dots

were appearing. Another deep slice, down my other thigh. It was so painful, but I refused to scream.

She slices me across the top of my breasts. More of my blood flows out to drench me in a fresh coat of

it. 2

Then finally done with my resistance, stabs me deep in my stomach, twisting the knife, I couldn’t hold

back the scream any more as she yanked the blade out and stabbed again, twisting the blade inside

me, she does it again, driving my agony higher getting more screams of pain from me. I feel large

hands on both of my upper arms, they were warm, shaking me.

Finally I heard the deep male voice call out “Alora! Alora wake up! Starlight come back to me! Alora!” I

could her pain and worry in that voice. Sarah stabs me in my thigh this time, digging deep and twisting

the knife, causing another agonized scream of pain. The voice is yelling again “Alora please wake up

baby, wake up, come back to me.” I realized that voice wasn’t supposed to be there.

It would have never been down here in this basement. Then my eyes snap open and I see Damien’s

worried agonized face, there were tears in his eyes, I reach a hand up and say “Damien.” or I tried to

anyway, my voice was hoarse and my throat hurt. My body was covered in sweat and I was shaking.

My heart was racing and I felt a little weak. That’s when I realize Damien had witnessed a brief look

into the horror show that had been my life.

He starts to pet my hair his hand was shaking “I couldn’t wake you up, you were screaming….when I

touched you…I saw…” he wraps his arms around me holding me so tight and close to him, he sits up

and puts me in his lap, rocking me back and forth as we calm down from the nightmare, he had to drag

me back from. My mate had seen a glimpse of what Sarah had done to me that week, and all the other

times I would get locked in that horrible basement. 2

“I’m sorry Damien.” I tell him, upset that he had to witness that.

“Sorry? Starlight…why are you sorry?” he asked me.

“For having to see that.” I tell him, my voice small.

He stiffens, then with one hand he lifts my chin, forcing me to meet his fierce gaze. “You have nothing to be sorry for. Nothing! You were a victim, none of that was your fault. I’m also your mate. It’s my duty

and honor to take care of you, in every way possible,” he growls. I can feel how fiercely he believes

that. He was my mate and would be there for my nightmares and the aftermath.

I let the tears come, sobbing he pulls me back into his arms. “Cry it out, don’t let it poison you anymore,

I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.” he tells me in a husky voice. I cried for a while, letting it all go,

my head hurt and my nose was stuffy after crying for so long…but I needed it. Damien had been right.

Once calm I wipe my face and Damien hands me a tissue to blow my nose with.

Looking around I see the sun has come up, it was time to get up for the day, I was going to be

shopping for a dress and accessories today. I was also going to get to meet my dad in person. Smiling I

look at my mate. “We need to go down for breakfast soon.” I tell him. He looks at me, and I realize

we’re naked as he starts petting my side and his gaze starts to burn with his desire.

I look at him for a long moment “Kiss me.” I demanded. He crushes me to him and kisses me fiercely,

with so much passion. I’m instantly set ablaze with my own desire. I needed my mate to take away the

rest of my nightmare, and feeling him love me was the best way to free me from it. His mouth moves off

of mine as he kissed his way over my jaw and down my neck.

He had me on my back and was kneeling between my legs when he bit down on my neck, making me

cry out in pleasure as it shot through me, causing my core to heat and slicken with my fluid. He licked

the bite, then he kissed his way down to one breast, sucking and nibbling on my nipple. I cry out as the

pleasure has me close to orgasm. His warm hands pushed my thighs apart, he notches his cock at my

entrance, then he switches his mouth to my other breast, slamming home as he sucks in my nipple.

I scream in pleasure as he starts to take me fast and hard, thrusting deep, I push my chest up higher

and move my hips against his, driving him deeper, as I’m driven to that precipice he lifts up and says

“Look at me.” and my eyes meet his, my gaze trapped by his as he watches while he takes us over that

edge, it was so much more intense. I cry out and he roars, my core clamping down on him, his hips jerk

with every jet of his hot seed inside my womb.

He collapses next to me, pulling me to him, hugging me close. All I could think for a moment was, that

this was a better way to wake up than to that awful nightmare, and I was looking forward to many more

mornings filled with that kind of a wake up. ?