<b>Chapter </b><b>133 </b>
(<b>Content </b>Warning)
<b>1 </b><b>yelp </b>loudly again as he strikes me for the first time.
“Knock that noise off. You know the penalty for yelping. I don’t want to hear your pathetic cries.”
“Dad please. Just let him hang like this for an hour. I’ll keep an eye on the door and release him after that time. I already mmed his head <b>into </b><b>the </b><b>counter </b>and we both kicked him in the gut. Isn’t that enough?”
“You’re going soft on me Andre. Are you willing to stake your luna’s reputation on the word of a pedo?”
“You said yourself that there’s no proof.”
“It doesn’t matter Andre. He’s marking little girls. I gave him permission to rape the one girl he was dating when he was sixteen and ever since then I’ve got <b>six </b>year olds running around with his mark. I don’t need proof to tell me he’s raping them. If it makes you feel any better about his punishment, the <b>father </b>of two girls, twin sisters, came to me yesterday. They both had his mark on them. I assured him the pervert would be dealt with.”
I’m whimpering hard as I struggle with the pain I’m already in. I yelp and scream again as <b>a </b>sudden line of fire flows from my left shoulder to <b>my </b>right hip only seconds after my father uses his ws to shred my shirt from my body. I cringe <b>as </b>I feel the slow, tickling sensation of blood creeping its way down my back. It’s only as my thrashing and screaming dies away that I yelp again.
My father harshly shoves my head to the left exposing the right side of my neck. I resume my fight, yelping, screaming and thrashing as a needle gets stabbed into my neck. I yelp and scream as he injects something into my body, the feeling of boiling water surrounding my neck.
He pulls it out quickly. I can hear him rummaging around behind me before he starts doing it again. He stabs me three times before he growls loudly in frustration, it’s as if he can’t get it deep enough as he keeps jabbing it into my bones. My fight is persistent as the repeated stabbings cause me agony <b>I </b>haven’t experienced before. He carelessly stabs the needle into the <b>space </b>between my neck and corbone<b>. </b>Embedding it deep into my chest before injecting the contents inside me. My screams echo off the wall as a mix of freezing cold and burningva enters my body.This time he leaves the needle buried deep near the base of my neck as he walks away from me.
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I’m rattling the chains loudly as I blindly twist my wrists within the confines of the <b>cuffs </b>that hold me. My loud yelps have calmed into persistent <b>whimpers</b><b>. </b>I can feel the tears streaming down my face despite squeezing my eyes shut in à vain effort to stop them. Crying, no matter the pain he puts me through, is an intolerable weakness that my father can’t stand to see.
I know he’s cooking up something worse than what he had originally nned, then what he’s already done. A loud crack rings in my ears as my head is violently forced to the other side as the silver lined belt hits the side of my head. I scream as the jarring of my head breaks the needle off into my neck. But he’s not done as over a dozen hits cascade upon my already battered head. The itch from the blood creeping from theceration to my head and back can barely be felt as he takes his frustration out on my head.
It stops as quickly as it began but I know he’s nowhere close to done yet. He yanks my head back by my hair, the fingers of his other hand feeling along my neck for my pulse, the indicator for a major vein. This time the insertion of the needle is painfully slow <b>as </b>I yelp repeatedly. I try yet fail to find my voice as I feel the medication enter my body. My best guess is the first one is a steroid while this third one is a sedative to weaken my fight.
It’s only as he starts beating on my body that I have a true understanding of what he’s doing to me. It’s impossible to count the hits as he’s delivering them fast and hard with the buckle end of the belt. I shiver in horror when I hear a chime and he immediately moves to my rear. He must have found out how the alpha of Red Moon had punished me and decided that was what he was going to do this time.
Another chime and he hits across the backs of both thighs. The pattern continues across my chest and abdomen until only my groin is left. It doesn’t take me long during this beating to verify that he has, indeed, overdosed me on some sort of sedative. What the second medication was, I haven’t got the slightest clue.
<b>My </b>arms and legs feel like lead adding to my difficulties in <b>simply </b>standing. I’m not certain if I’m feeling drunk or high, as <b>I’ve </b><b>never </b><b>been </b>one to engage in either activity, as the adrenaline from the beating forces me to stay awake.
Somehow I’ve managed to stifle my yelps during the actual beating but the sedative does nothing to dull the pain I’m in and each area he moves <b>to </b>builds upon what I’m already feeling.
“Set that timer for <b>five </b>minutes<b>. </b>I need to make sure he can’t get it hard enough to be of any <b>use</b><b>.</b><b>” </b>
“When did you get so heartless towards him? <b>He’s </b>one of us, dad.” <b>Andre </b>nearly whispers for the first time since the beating started.
<b>Chapter </b><b>133 </b>
<b>No </b>son <b>of </b><b>mine </b><b>could </b>ever be this weak<b>. </b><b>Do </b><b>you </b>really think <b>I </b><b>want </b><b>grandkids </b><b>from </b><b>him</b><b>? </b><b>Set </b>the <b>timer</b><b>. </b><b>I’m </b><b>ready </b><b>to </b><b>tear </b>his dick aft–
<b>I </b>barely hear <b>him </b>whisper ‘sorry‘ <b>as </b><b>the </b>buckle hits between my legs and I <b>can’t </b>keep quiet <b>any </b>longer. I howl in <b>pain </b><b>as </b>the hitss fast and strong bon <b>one </b><b>out </b><b>of </b>every four hits misses my groin and hits <b>my </b>thigh instead. I’m insane with the pain <b>I’m </b><b>in </b><b>and </b>equally as desperate.
<b>I </b><b>twist </b><b>my </b>hands around in the cuffs that hold me again. This time I don’t stop until I feel the chains suspending me from the ceiling<b>. </b>I grasp the chain in <b>my </b>hands <b>and </b>dig down deep inside me, waking the wolf within me.
Somehow the silver around my leg and the sedative coursing through my veins hasn’t weakened him intoplete unconsciousness and <b>he </b>gives me all <b>that </b><b>he </b>has to get me out of this.
<b>It </b>is with an inhuman growl that I pull the chains with everything my wolf and I have, tearing the chains from the <b>ceiling </b>above. My body, the chains and debris from the ceiling alle crashing down to the floor.
I immediately curl into the tightest ball I can form, my legs protecting my groin, chest and abdomen while ducking my head down and covering it <b>with </b><b>my </b>arms. He’s swinging wildly now striking my body wherever he can until the timer finally goes off and I’m left where I lie.
Injured, naked and cold in the darkness of <b>a </b>sound proof room designed solely for <b>the </b>purpose of abusing me. It <b>doesn’t </b>take long for exhaustion to mix with the sedative and concussion and I have no choice but to give in to the unforgiving darkness of <b>unconsciousness</b><b>. </b>
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