I had heard such accusations and curses countless times before, but now, I no longer had the strength to defend myself.
There was a time when I was like a helpless, lost cub, crying out with all my might for my big brother to save me, for Alpha Jacob to come to my rescue.
I would howl in despair, my werewolf voice echoing through the cold, damp prison corridors.
The guards, with their sadistic grins, would watch my agony with perverse delight and even had the audacity to call them right in front of me.
Amidst my heart - rending screams and sobs, I heard their voices filled with loathing. "Selina, we don't have a sister as vicious as you. Stop bothering us, or you'll rot in this prison for the rest of your life! "
To punish me for daring to vie with Sarina for my brothers and my fiancé, every few days, they would Nilldish scalpels, behaving like a pack of ravenous, blood - thirsty werewolf hunters gone mad.
They would descend upon me with wild abandon, their eyes glinting with sadistic glee. Under the pretense that I was afflicted with various diseases, they forcibly set out to harvest my organs.
My heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys were all fair game.
One by one, they were callously removed from my body.
On the cold, sterile operating table, I writhed in excruciating pain, my body convulsing uncontrollably.
After the surgeries, I lay weak and broken on the icy prison cot.
My wounds were left untreated, blood seeping continuously, staining the tattered sheets a deep, crimson red.
Over time, I learned to keep my mouth shut, to plead guilty unconditionally and submit without question.
Sarina shot a coquettish and reproachful glance at my eldest brother, then with a saccharine smile, she linked her arm through mine.
"Sister, let's not dwell on the past. I've already forgiven you. We'll always be family," she said, her voice sickeningly sweet, belying the malice hidden beneath.
"Knowing you were coming back today, I've prepared an exciting 'game' for us to celebrate your birthday. I remember how you used to love pushing the limits, sister."
Sarina clapped her hands, and a servant wheeled in a high - powered electric fitness machine.
This device was designed for intense physical training of the most robust werewolves. For an ordinary person, improper use could lead to severe injury, but for me, with my ravaged body missing vital organs, it was a death sentence.
She stared at me meaningfully, her eyes filled with malevolence.
I instinctively hugged myself tightly, as if that could somehow protect the few remaining fragile organs within me.
I shook my head frantically, my voice quivering with fear and despair. "No, I can't use this. My body... it can't take it at all."
Instantly, Sarina's eyes welled up with tears.
"Sister, why are you being so difficult? I just want to have some fun with you. Is it really that hard to participate in this little game? After all, I've been so kind as to forgive you for everything. You're making me look bad in front of everyone"
"Sister, are you still holding a grudge against me? I'm so sorry. "
Sarina whimpered,. Her feigned pitiful appearance immediately stirred Alpha Jacob's protective instincts.
Alpha Jacob turned his cold, steely gaze towards me.
"Selina, have you already forgotten what I told you just now? Don't you dare upset Elisa. "
"I remember you used to be so fond of fitness. What's the matter now? Can't do it anymore? I think you're just deliberately trying to spoil Elisa's mood. I'll have you sent back right away, and you'll never see the light of day again. You should be grateful for the mercy we've shown you so far."
Suddenly, I jerked my head up.
Memories of the countless tortures I endured in that hellish place flooded my mind. The cold, damp cells, the cruel guards, and the excruciating pain of having my organs forcibly removed. I could still feel the searing agony as the scalpels sliced through my flesh.
I would rather die a thousand deaths than be sent back to that nightmare.
"No! Please, don't send me back there. I'll do anything, just don't send me back!"
But Sarina had no intention of letting me off so easily.
With a casual wave of her hand, several brawny servants, their muscles bulging like those of powerful werewolf warriors, stepped forward.
They grabbed me roughly, and forcefully hauled me towards the electric fitness machine.
I closed my eyes.
The moment the fitness machine roared to life, a searing current surged through my body like a thousand white - hot needles.
Every inch of my muscle began to spasm uncontrollably.
I thrashed and writhed, trying with all my remaining werewolf strength to break free, but it was as if I was bound by invisible chains.
As the intensity of the current increased, I felt as if my internal organs, those vital parts that were already damaged and weakened from the previous organ - harvesting atrocities, were being twisted and churned into a chaotic mess.
A coppery taste filled my mouth, and in a violent convulsion, I spat out a mouthful of blood.
The scarlet liquid splattered onto the cold, metallic surface of the fitness machine.
Yet, the current showed no mercy. Wave after wave of searing pain continued to assault me.
I coughed up more blood. My vision blurred, and I teetered on the edge of unconsciousness, but my body was still firmly strapped to this infernal device.
When my eldest and second brothers saw this, their expressions changed in an instant. They instinctively reached out their hands, as if to intervene, but Sarina was quicker. She rushed over and "helped" me up, her face a mask of false concern.
"Sister, are you all right? Oh, why didn't you tell me you weren't feeling well? I'm so worried about you," she cooed.
Sarina's eyes flickered with a fleeting glint of cunning.
At this moment, my clothes, under the intense tremors of the electric fitness machine, had their zippers burst open for the most part.
Ghastly scars, each one a testament to the brutal tortures I endured in prison and bearing the weight of immeasurable pain, were on the verge of being fully exposed to everyone.
Just then, Sarina extended her hand.