Chapter 81 Torture II
Kristen's POV
"Clegnor," Jack's voice rings out after some time.
"Sir?" The man dash towards him.
Jack looks through the cages before wrinkling his nose as if he just perceived a malodor. It's true though, it stinks really bad here because there's no form of air coming through, so we sweat a lot.
"I think my wives would like a bath now, the place is smelly," Jack states at last.
"Yes, sir," Clegnor replies.
I am left wondering how the hell that will happen when the said Clegnor connects a green suction pipe to a tap, draws out water, and then he starts splashing it through the cages, making everyone get soaked from water.
My mouth flaps open in horror.
Is this how females bathe?
Like they don't wash their bodies in a toilet or something, they remain in their cages and wait for Jack to pass the order to Clegnor to splash them with water.
No wonder it stinks really bad here.
It's almost as if we're animals getting washed in our cages by our owners.
I shift until my back is pressed against the end of the cage because I can't afford getting soaked by water even though I am drenched in my own sweat.
It doesn't even make sense. I'd rather not bathe than to have water poured on me like that when I'm in chains and I can't even wash any part of my body.
Clegnor continues while Jack stands back and watches while he's at this.
"I think that's enough," he stops the man after a few minutes ran by.
"Time to feed them, except Petunia over there, she needs to starve for a few days to lose some pounds.
Clegnor leaves and then returns with a tray full of bread.
Just bread and nothing more.
He goes from one cage to the other to give each female bread until he reaches my side.
"Let me feed Kristen myself," Jack comes again and snatches the bread from Clegnor.
I doubt I'll be able to eat anything right now because my throat feels sore and I don't have an appetite for anything.
"I trust you'll be a good girl now, hm?" Jack holds out the bread through the cage and beckons me to crawl forward to take it from him.
"Dare throw up again and I'll teach you a lesson," his smile immediately drops like a switch being turned off.
"I'm not hungry," I interject, turning my gaze away from him.
"You have no right to dictate, Kristen. You will starve if I say so, and you will eat if I want," Jack has a stern look on his face when I return my eyes to him.
Reluctant, I accept the bread from him, and he doesn't move away until he sees me breaking the bread and pushing it into my mouth.
The chewing part isn't hard but swallowing is tortuous. I keep holding my eyes tightly in their sockets as I gulp down food. Jack stays until I finish eating before he breaks into a smile like a maniac.
"You did great, Kristen."
Oh no, I can feel it coming up.
The baby is making me feel nauseous once more.
I try as much as I can to contain that vomit because I know if I let out the undigested food I just ate, Jack will hit me.
"What's with the face?" Jack frowns a little when he sees me struggling.
"Don't tell me you were expecting an expensive meal, like the one Calhoun would have his servants prepare for you." He squints and clenches his jaw.
Trying to gulp down the vomit is useless.
It erupts from my mouth and splatters all over Jack's face, some of it even slips into his mouth.
And at this, I know I am a dead meat.
Jack will kill me for sure.
"What the fuck!?" His roar is enough to fall down the doors of each cage and I shudder because I see something like his growling wolf surfacing through his face, before going back in.
"How dare you puke on me, you fucking bitch!?" Jack pounds his fists against my cage, and it's right at this moment the smell of undigested food hits the air.
"You're so dead, Kristen!" This time, he fishes his hands through his pockets, slips out a key, and opens the lock.
"No, please...I am so sorry. I don't feel too well," I implore when he makes his way into my cage, after wiping my vomit from his face with the back of his palm.
"I'll teach you a grave lesson, and you'll know better than being so nasty to me, your husband." He balls his fingers into fists, readying himself to pummel my face.
And I transform into my wolf for protection, right before he can hit me.
My wolf growls at Jack, fully prepared for a fight. She's violent whereas I am fragile. We're different from each other.
And Jack, upon seeing this, pauses, completely taken aback.
"You're trying to fight me, Kristen?" He has his eyes raised in their sockets. As if he can barely believe what's happening in front of me. That I shift into my wolf to fight back in self-defense from him.
"Instead of facing your punishment, you're trying to fight me?"
My wolf bares her fangs at him.
"You just worsened the situation, you bitch!" Jack spits out, before turning away from my wolf.
"Clegnor!" He calls out to his accomplice.
"Sir!?" The man responds.
"Who's the oldest female here?" Jack grits out.
"Sarah, she's 38," Clegnor replies.
"Good, bring her here," Jack orders.
The bared fangs of my wolf go back in when Clegnor arrives with the frightened-looking woman.
"I need you to do something for me, Sarah," Jack whispers in her ear, flipping her hair away from her shoulder.
"W-w-what should I do?" She stutters.
"Kill yourself with this dagger," Jack orders, holding out a dagger in her face.
"What?" Her eyes are as big as saucers.
"I said kill yourself with this dagger," Jack repeats, and my heart clenches tightly in my chest when Sarah goes on her knees and starts pleading for Jack to spare her life. She's sobbing really hard while she's at this.
And Jack let out the claws of his wolf, before stabbing it through her chest and ripping her heart out.
My heart slams against my ribcage when Sarah's unconscious body drops to the floor and gets soaked in the small pool of her own blood.
While Jack dumps her heart a few meters away from her body.
Not a single sound is made by the females here. They're silent as if they're used to this.
He just killed someone for my sake.
I shift back into my human form and clench my jaw to keep from screaming.
Because this is way too much to take.
Sarah's eyes are still open and they're looking right at me.
"This is what happens when females disobey me," Jack points his finger at Sarah's lifeless body.
I want this to be a nightmare that I'd wake up from and realize I was never here, and that everything which happened isn't real but just a dream. Just a bad dream.
But it's real.
"When they disrespect me, they're no more fun. So I waste them." The way Jack feels remorseless after killing an innocent woman makes me dread him even more. And my mind quickly flashbacks to yesterday, when he gave me the ultimatum of following him or he'd kill Sapphire and Maddy.
He's worst than a monster. The most heartless man I have ever come across in my entire life.
My mouth parts and sharp breaths flow out, while there's this dull pain spreading through my chest as I keep staring at Sarah's
body.
Jack doesn't only kidnap females and torture them, he also kills.