Chapter nine

(Myra’s POV)

Landon grabbed me by my shoulders. I tried to get away from his grip but his masculine energy did not let me. I was helpless in his grasp.

“Let me go, brat!” I shouted without caring about the implications. I struggled to free myself but it was to no avail.

“Shut it, tramp!” Landon hurled at me. “You are very lucky that Alpha Wilfred has not permitted me to hit you. If he had given me permission, you would not have remained standing because I would have knocked you out.”

I looked at Landon in anger. I was ready to unleash my hidden self. I couldn’t continually get bullied. I had to find my strength and hit Landon.

“Leave me, you dirty fool! The only thing you are good at is bullying a weak woman. Can you try this with your fellow man?” I shouted in desperation and anger.

Landon was totally pissed off. I could see his fists folded. He was battling with his physical self not to hit me. His fists were practically shaking.

“Don’t push me, woman. I don’t have too much patience,” Landon said. He was still angry. He was doing a good job in handling his anger issues. I would commend him for that.

I was really scared. However, I still put up a fight. I didn’t know where the boldness came from. I was emotionally scared but physically strong. It was probably my survival instincts at work.

“Do your worst!” I shouted at him again. I was still making Landon fume in anger.

Landon raised his hand and made to hit me. I shielded my face in readiness but at the moment when the blow was expected to land on me, I heard Wilfred’s voice.

“Stop!” Wilfred shouted.

Landon stopped and kept his hand back where they belonged. He also let go of me. I looked unto Wilfred and my weak body and soul cried to him. Wilfred was looking like my prince charming again.

Wilfred came closer to me. I felt my heart reach out to him. In excitement, I almost extended my hand for a warm hug. I was only able to stop myself halfway.

The moment when I least expected, Wilfred got to me and instead of hugging me warmly like an old lover, he slapped me.

Yes, he did!

Wilfred slapped me hard and loud across my face. I could feel the heavy weight of his hand. It hurt me so much that I had to cry out.

“Fuck!” I screamed as I fell due to the heaviness of his slap.

“Shut it! Are you crazy?” Wilfred wanted to know. His crazy, and violent self was back again. I would surely be bruised by Wilfred once more.

I couldn’t help but cry. The cold reality that Wilfred had no feelings for me again made me so emotional. I felt unloved and this led me to suicidal thoughts.

But wait…

I was going to be killed soon so there won’t be need for suicide.

It hit me hard like a stray bullet!

Would I die, really?

“What is happening here? Why are you hitting me again? Kill me if you want, stop torturing me!” I protested as a result of desperation and extreme sadness and pain.

Wilfred laughed crazily.

“Are you referring to me?” Wilfred wanted to know. His mean, evil eyes were on me. I felt like slapping him hard right across his face as well. Wilfred had tortured me not only physically, but also emotionally. He was toying with my heart and feelings and I hated it so much.

I kept mute. I didn’t know the right reply to that question. Moreover, I was still recovering from the slap which fell on me.

Wilfred continued to look at me. I could sense the anger brewing in his heart. I felt like running away at that moment to safeguard my life. Wilfred could tear me into pieces if care was not taken. He was very violent and I knew it.

Before I could say ‘No’, Wilfred lifted me by my neck and hit my back against the wall. The pain I felt was a remarkable one. It was intense and soul-gripping. I felt as if my spinal cord had finally broken into little pieces.

“Answer me now!” Wilfred shouted at me. His voice was loud, deep, and marvelously intense.

Wilfred’s mouth was really smelling bad. This was me confirming my assumption. I wondered the number of days that Wilfred had kept his mouth unclean.

Fancy me!

I was thinking about a smelling mouth when my back was aching badly. Truly, my mind was differently wired. My mind was not correlating with my physical body.

Wilfred glanced at me hard. He was expecting an answer from me. Instantly, I began to think about a favorable answer which I could give him.

He didn’t seem to understand me at all. He gripped my neck hard and began to strangle me.

I felt suffocated!

I began to scream for help. I laid between the borders of life and death. I tried to talk but I couldn’t. I gripped Wilfred’s hands and tried to move them away from my neck. Wilfred couldn’t be moved.

I started to lose breath. At that point in time, my survival instincts were unleashed. Instantly, I knew what to do.

I targeted the most sensitive part of Wilfred’s body and hit him right there with my leg. Immediately, he left me.

Wilfred was lying on the floor, wriggling and rolling around in pain.

I actually hit his testicles. These were his balls where his semen was housed. It was surely the most delicate part of a man’s body.

Landon ran to Wilfred and held him carefully.

“Are you okay, Sire?” Landon asked. He was looking at Wilfred in desperation.

“It hurts!” Wilfred screamed in pain. He was still rolling around in pain. For a moment, I felt pity for Wilfred.

Meanwhile, I was still seated on the floor. I was recovering from the pain I felt while Wilfred strangled me. I had to struggle to breathe properly.

I felt pain!

Real pain, I mean!

I felt like dying!

Real death, I mean!

I was sincerely tired of life. The torture from Wilfred was too much for me to bear. I was also bracing myself for the torture to come after Wilfred recovered from his own share of pain.

“I will kill you, Myra!” Wilfred exclaimed. He was still rolling around in pain. He was already sweating.

Landon looked at me in hate. He was breathing hard. I expected Landon to come for me and punch me but he did not do that.

Landon ran out of the room. I could hear him screaming for the other servants.

“Get the doctor!” I could hear Landon scream. I could hear footsteps approaching. I felt like running away at that moment. However, I had no energy to do that.

As time passed, the servants rushed in. Landon told some guards to watch me and to see that I did not move an inch from the spot where I was sitting. The doctor came as well and declared that he would have to take Wilfred to his clinic or to Wilfred’s personal room to check his body out.

The guards carried Wilfred on a stretcher but right before they left with him, he stopped them to address me.

“Myra!” Wilfred called slowly. “I will make sure I deal with you. Here is my order…”

Landon knelt to take Wilfred’s order. I became energized right away. I was anxious to hear the order from Wilfred.

“Landon, I thereby order you to execute Myra right away…” Wilfred said carefully without mincing words. “She is to be executed by beheading.”

I sighed. I was afraid of death. My heart was beating louder than ever and goosebumps filled my skin. I was shaken.

So my head was going to be cut off…

But Wilfred wasn’t done with me. He had more in store.

“Myra won’t be dying alone…” I heard Wilfred say. “ Her horrible kid, Armani, will be dying with her. Their horrible lives deserve to end together.”

This met me and Sylvia screaming together.

“What!” We shouted together.

“Armani doesn’t deserve death and we both know it. Don’t do this, Wilfred. I deserve death but Armani is innocent. You won’t love the ending of this if you kill Armani,” I told Wilfred slowly.

“Is that a threat?” Sylvia intercepted. “Don’t mind her, Alpha. Your decision is very right.”

I looked at Sylvia with hate. However, that didn’t change anything.

The guards dragged Armani and I down to the termination room. We were about to be beheaded.

I cried, Armani cried as well.

I was so afraid that I couldn’t comfort Armani. The guards took the machete and prepared to strike.

Oh my goodness!

“Say your last prayer…” one of the guards hurled at us.

“Are we going to die?” Armani asked me again. She was crying bitterly. “I don’t want to die yet, mom.”

I burst out in tears.

In a moment, our heads would be off.