MICAIAH
I hope he got free, I have not seen him, either he got out or he got killed. I hope for the first. When they captured me, the Alpha was pissed. He beat me so bad I did faint; I still have blood seeping through the wounds.
I killed Maverick’s uncle to escape, I wonder what he is doing, if he is looking for me, if they found a way, what it would be like leading the pack together, starting a family. You could say I feel like death is close for I can only hope he comes for me, hope that the plan works.
It’s been a day since he escaped, and I have not even had a small break from my last beating before the door is swung open by two guards. “The Alpha will see you now.” This was weird they never take me out of here.
They drug me outside handcuffing me through hand holes they had in a steel pole as a way to keep those trapped from escaping. Others were surrounding creating a circle, in my gut, I had the worse feeling and I know this could not be good. Then I saw the man that followed Maverick’s uncle he had a scar as well, that anyone could notice. It was huge, it went from his left ear down to his right shoulder. He had long brown shaggy hair, he had wrapped it in a man bun. “You ready to break little girl?” “Oh look, I have no shirt on I am a big strong man ready to beat a chained-up woman.” He sneered at my mocking of him, and I can see the anger in his eyes. He then began swinging the studded whip, hearing the cracks against my skin echoing through the open field, each one landing with such force, that it sends worse pain shivering through my body each time. I still will not scream, I will not break, I will not give in to these low-life bastards.
Then I see him, “Oh and the big strong Alpha to watch his little bitches do his bidding.” He growled causing the others to bow in submission but not me. “You keep running that mouth of yours, and I will cut out your tongue and send it to your mate.” He shouted in my face. I just stared him down wishing I could pummel his face in. I just hope today is the day help arrives. I can see pure hatred and evil schemes roaming through both their eyes as I try to regain my breath from the previous lashes.
They took me off the pole but bound my arms more. They stood on opposite sides of me and began tossing me towards each other like I was a football. I did not notice their claws emerge as they began slashing me with each throw. Each slash burns in pain, going deeper and deeper. I felt the warmth of my blood trickling down my face, back, and stomach. Everywhere they could slash, they did.
I fell to the ground in pain, exhaustion, and dehydration, this looked like the end. The scarred man grabbed me by my neck and raised me to my feet elongating his k-9’s. “I think it is time you learn your place; I think I will mark you as well. Let your mate feel the burning pain in his soul until it kills him. I began thrashing in his hold, I would not let him force his mark upon me, I would not let Maverick suffer, I kicked him as hard as I could, and he threw me to the ground grabbing a knife from a standby watcher. He slowly stalked his way to me when I heard the most frightening, earth-shattering growl. When I looked around my eyes finally landed on him, my mate, my savior, “Maverick.”