He dragged me to upstairs into his study.
In one swift, enraged motion, he snatched an expensive bottle of aged werewolf - brewed spirit from the nearby wine rack.
With a primal scream of anger, he tipped the bottle over my head, and the potent liquid gushed forth like a freezing, malevolent waterfall.
The liquor stung my skin like a thousand needles.
It cascaded down my face, neck, and shoulders, instantly soaking through my tattered clothes.
"Selina, wash yourself! Don't you feel filthy?" he roared.
"I sent you to that prison to atone for your sins, not to cheat on me! What do you take me for?!" As he bellowed, he continued to douse me with bottle after bottle, the pungent aroma of the alcohol mixing with the coppery scent of my blood and the earthy smell of the mud on my body.
My face, already marred with the bruises and cuts from the slaps my older brother had delivered, now felt as if it were on fire.
The open wounds, raw and bleeding, seared with agony as the alcohol seeped into them. I let out a pained whimper, my body convulsing uncontrollably.
My vision blurred, and the world around me began to spin wildly.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of torment, he ceased his assault.
With a disgusted sneer, he flung the empty bottle aside.
The bottle shattered on the stone floor with a resounding "clang," the shards scattering like deadly projectiles. He then tossed me aside as if I were nothing more than a piece of worthless garbage.
"Selina, you insolent, wretched she - wolf! Today, you'll truly understand the agonizing price of making me, Alpha Jacob, a cuckold!" .
His hands raked at my clothes with a savage intensity. The fabric tore with a series of sharp "hiss" sounds.
In a dizzying rush, memories flooded back like a torrential downpour.
When those fiends had taken my kidney, they had pinned me down just as brutally. They had ripped my clothes without mercy, just as Alpha Jacob was doing now.
I thrashed wildly, my limbs flailing in a desperate attempt to break free. "Please, let me go! No! I really know I was wrong. Please spare me, don't!"
At the sight of my struggling, Alpha Jacob's fury blazed even brighter. His actions became even more frenzied and violent.
A twisted, malevolent sneer curled his lips, and his laughter, sharp as a razor, sent shivers down my spine.
"Even now, you're still trying to save this sorry excuse of a body for that bastard? Selina, take a good look at yourself in the mirror. You're nothing but worthless trash. Only I can stomach the thought of touching you, repulsive as you are!" he roared, as he continued his relentless assault on my clothing.
With a deafening "rip," my clothes finally gave way, leaving my broken body exposed to the cold, unforgiving air.
Alpha Jacob's gaze fell upon the charred, shriveled, and blackened marks on my body, the scars left by cigarette burns and past acts of violence.
For the briefest of moments, he froze, a flicker of something passing through his eyes. But it was quickly replaced by a sneer.
"Selina, you'd rather be toyed with by that madman than let me touch you."
Seemingly losing all interest in his cruel game, Alpha Jacob called out for his female personal physician. "Heal the wounds on her body. I can't stand the sight of them. "
I lay there, numb to the world, allowing the personal doctor to examine my battered body.
My eyes were fixed blankly on the ceiling.
After what seemed like an eternity, the personal doctor turned to Alpha Jacob, her expression a mask of urgency. "Alpha Jacob, the most pressing matter isn't treating Selina's scars right now. " she said, her voice trembling slightly.
"I may not know exactly what Selina has been through, her condition is nothing short of dire,"
"She has multiple surgical incisions. Her chest cavity, abdominal cavity - no part of her body has been spared. Her heart, liver, spleen, lungs, kidneys - none of her organs are intact. All of them have been brutally removed. The surgical environment back then must have been extremely harsh. The person who performed the operations was callously playing with her life. The incisions are ragged and uneven, and they have never fully healed. Moreover, she has severe infections. She has managed to survive until now only by relying on cheap anti - inflammatory drugs to keep her life hanging by a thread. Even so, her body functions are constantly deteriorating. If this continues, I'm afraid..."
"Selina's wounds were just exposed to alcohol, exacerbating the infection. She has a very high fever now and is in a life - threatening situation!"
Alpha Jacob froze in place as if turned to stone.
"You just said, none of her organs are intact?"
In an instant, Alpha Jacob recalled the moment at the banquet when Sarina had zipped up Selina's dress.
And just now, when he... No wonder she had struggled so desperately.
He lunged forward.
There, stretching across her body, was scars . Greenish - yellow pus was oozing from it. In the dim light of the pack hall, the stench of infection creating a nauseating aroma.