Chapter 163: MORE PAIN

BRIELLE.

"Ahhhhh…" Brielle's screams rang through the cell as she felt the whip on her back.

It was a new morning, and just like every other day, she’d woken up to another round of torture.

Tears streamed from her eyes, and she could no longer hold back her wails and cries of pain.

"No more. No more... please… I will do anything you ask of me. Please stop it!" She begged the guards, who appeared to enjoy her agonizing cry.

"Please, please…" She said it again, hoping they would have mercy on her, but as usual, her pleas fell on deaf ears.

They merely laughed at her and escalated the intensity of the torment, whipping her back like an animal, bathing her flesh with ice-cold water, and repeating the process.

Brielle gave up begging. She knew she would never win against the guards. They were harsh and ruthless, just like their master.

She remained still, allowing herself to feel the anguish until it subsided. And it did come to a stop.

She soon collapsed on the floor in a heap after they were finished. Her skin was burning, her back peeling, and tears streamed from the rims of her eyes. It hurt a lot to move. It hurt so much.

She was slowly slipping more profoundly into the abyss of sorrow and trauma, but she refused to let it catch up with her just yet. And if there was one thing she had learned over the years, it was the act of resilience. She had spent her entire life learning to hold her head up in adversity. How to persevere despite her difficulties. And now, those lessons were paying off.

Closing her eyes, Brielle willed her mind to think positively. She reminisced about her last dream, and it made her smile slightly. She also reflected on the happy memories she’d experienced before everything fell apart again.

However, just as she was getting engrossed in the happy thoughts, Brielle soon heard something from the guards outside the cage, which made her smile vanish. Her ears perked up, too.

She could hear them conversing and laughing. She strained her ear to listen to what they were saying but could only make out snatches. But then her wolf instincts immediately picked up, and her hearing sharpened. At the same time, Brielle dragged her bloated body closer to the cell's door, and using all her strength, she tried to listen.

Fortunately, this time, she heard them.

"I think her owner is here." Said one guard.

"My owner?!" Brielle gasped.

The second guard then spoke. "Yes, Darius Havix. He is here now. He's having a meeting with the master. I'm not sure what will happen, but sooner or later, we may cease having fun with the bitch, you know."

Brielle froze. She didn't believe what she was hearing at all. Was Master Darius here? He had come to save her, as the dream had prophesied. He did come.

"So he accepted the invitation from Master Draken?" Another of the guards inquired, and the others hummed in agreement.

Draken had sent for Darius precisely as he promised, and he had accepted the invitation. Darius had taken the bait. But why? Brielle sniffed back tears as she pondered.

Why did he come? Was it because he felt sorry for her? He had seen the awful images of her and felt some remorse. Perhaps even compassion for her plight.

But Brielle didn't want to be pitied! She did not want his remorse! She exclaimed internally, and the voice in her head confirmed her feelings.

She wanted him to come and save her because he was scared and loved her. Not because he considered it an obligation.

"Oh goodness…" Brielle muttered to herself as she turned to face the guards. She settled into a comfortable posture, her linked wrist grasping the metal bars.

They were so interested in their chat that they didn't notice her movements until the sound of clinking chains caught their attention.

"What the fuck are you doing?" While returning his gaze to the cage, one of the guards inquired, surprised. But Brielle ignored him. With all of her courage, she asked in a raspy, weak voice. "What are you talking about? Is Master Darius here? Have they come to negotiate for me and...?

"The fuck, bitch?" another of the guards roared and charged at her.

Brielle received a slap on the left cheek, and before she could recover, she heard the cell doors fly open. Then, two hands seized her shoulders and forced her farther into the jail.

"No! No!" Brielle began to beg as she saw them bring out their whips. They were about to punish her for interrupting their conversation. "I'm very sorry. I should not have said anything. I'm not going to say anything anymore. I…"

"You would have thought of this before opening your mouth to speak bitch!" The guard barked, already whipping her again, and as this went on, Brielle wished she hadn’t opened her mouth to speak at all.