Chapter 80 Torture I
Kristen's POV
'Let me go.'
'Shut up!' Hit.
'Get me out of here!'
'I said shut the fuck up!" Hit.'Please... just let me go and I promise I won't tell anyone.'
More screams, more sobs, more slaps.
I thought it was all a nightmare until my eyes lazily flutter open and my ears kick in more of these sounds.
Aside from the fact that I am in chains and locked up in a short cage, I have come to actualize the fact that I am not the only female here. There's more of them, probably a hundred or so.
I can't remember how I was brought in here, then the last thing I can recall was when that creepy guy...jack, sent his fist flying into my face and I passed out.
My throat feels sore and itchy. I am thirsty but I doubt I will be able to drink water because swallowing my spittle hurts as well. And I wonder how long I have been out cold.
This place doesn't seem like it's out in the open. It's like an underground prison because I can see several other women with torn dresses, birdnest of hair, bloodshot eyes, and dirt-stained skins. They're all in their cages like me, seated, a few aren't in chains but the rest whose clothes are less bad are chained like me.
I'll take it that this place is an underground prison.
Did creepy Jack spend years constructing this prison? No one can stand at their full height, they have to remain seated or shift to their wolves and stay on all fours.
There's one big chandelier in the middle of the ceiling, reflecting bright multicolored lights as if we're in a club, except this place is one of the worst places a person could ever find themselves.
It's so hot and smelly in here, no form of air is coming through any small parting because there are no windows and I can't spot any door.
A dull pain spreads through my chest when my mind flashes back to what happened earlier. Jack had threatened to kill Maddy and Sapphire if I didn't go with him, so in order to save their lives, I succumbed to his wish.
Knowing how deeply they care for me, they're obviously restless.
Did they tell Calhoun?
Oh, Calhoun...how I wish he could come rescue me from the hands of this monster.
We weren't exactly on speaking terms because I let out the worst part of me and he saw it. It was awful.
Did my friends tell him about my kidnap?
And mom, I'll bet she knows too.
Is she worried for my sake?
Afraid she'll lose her only child or she'll just turn a deaf ear and pretend I wasn't kidnapped by a sick, obsessive psycho? "Let me go, please!" I hear the pleading, shaky voice of a female, and as I attempt to crawl to the cage's entrance to take a peek, the chains pull me backward.
Jack didn't only chain my ankles and wrists, he connected the chains to the cage.
"Please, just let me go. I am an only child and my marriage to my mate is just two days away," this frightened voice comes up
once more.
"Oh, poor little thing, I can understand you want to return to your happy life, but you see, it's not possible anymore. You belong to me and you might as well see me as your mate now," the manipulative voice of Jack repulses me, and the girl, although I can't see her, is sobbing.
"Don't cry, my little wolf, with time you'll adjust like your co-wives here. They are over two hundred," Jack says in an awful sing -song voice.
There's silence, except for the girl's throaty sobs. Until he speaks again.
"Clemson."
"Sir?" I had no idea he had a man with him until now.
"Starve her for two days," Jack orders and I can feel my eyes growing big in their sockets.
"I don't like my girls chubby, she needs to lose some pounds," he adds.
"Yes, sir," The man replies with respect that I can swear he's saluting Jack.
"I need to go, my other little wife should be awake now."
I shudder when I hear this from Jack, and in no time I see him climbing the steel stairs.
He's coming this way, it's me he wants to meet.
Fear is seeping through my veins and I am trying to calm down my wavering hands, because through the time I've spent here and from the onlook of things, Jack feeds on fears. He likes it when people are afraid of him.
"Hello, there, Kristen," Jack hunkers down to the height of my cage, with that dubious smirk on his face.
He looks worse than he did when I last saw him.
"Had a good sleep? Had to knock you out for a bit. I hope you aren't offended," Jack smiles with his yellowy teeth this time and although I am disgusted, I don't look away. Instead, I maintain eye contact with him.
"Why did you put me in chains?" I summon every courage to ask him this question.
Jack kisses his teeth and puts his hand on his chin before examining my face. Trying to detect a slight trace of fear, I'll bet.
"So you won't escape," he replies at last and sits on the floor like a child who was admiring a toy through a glass case.
"I never said I would," my voice is firm. Unwavering.
"But I can see it in your eyes, my sweet," Jack fakes confusion for a second before glaring at me, "None of you want to stay here with me until I am triggered to dish out harm, and then you're forced to be my puppet."
"I already had a life before you kidnapped me, Jack." I make use of his name this time.
And he seems to be caught off guard for a bit. I'm not sure anyone has used his name for the first time.
"You think I don't know you're awaiting your mother's husband to come to your rescue?" He laughs to himself before bringing that mischievous gaze back to me.
"No one knows this place, I'm afraid you cannot leave. Ever. Once you're in, there's no way out of here." Jack snaps his fingers for emphasis, before shaking his head at me.
"How long have you been stalking me?" I inquire after taking a hard, hurtful gulp down my sore throat.
"Since that night," he replies nonchalantly.
"What night?" I am puzzled.
"The night Alpha Calhoun fucked you in his car."
Jack's response rings a bell and I blank for a few seconds.
Does he know Calhoun?
He saw the two of us getting intimate in the backseat of Calhoun's car and had fun while watching us.
Now he wants the same thing, that's why he kidnapped me?
Vomit rises in my throat and the next thing I know, I am barfing uncontrollably.
The baby.
"Ew, gross!" Jack wrinkles his face and covers his nose in disgust as he backs away from me.
"What the fuck did you just do? You're trying to get me away from you, is it not?" He growls and shoves a hand through the space of the cage.
Wiping the rest of the vomit from my mouth, I back away from Jack because I am afraid he's trying to hurt me.
But then he holds one of the chains outside the cage and my own chains ultimately pull me to him.
Thwack!
His fist locates my right eye and pain takes the whole of my face.
A sharp cry erupts from my mouth without even my permission, because it's so excruciating that I can't even open that eye
anymore.
And Jack sighs in satisfaction, before clenching his jaw and staring at me spitefully.
"That's what you get for being a disgusting little bitch!"