chapter 69

Ari's POV

A slow, predatory smile stretched across his lips, revealing sharp, pointed canines.

"Finally," he rasped, his voice a low growl that sent vibrations through the stone floor. "Hopefully she's a bit stronger than the others." He chuckled. "Or at least easier to manage."

He strode towards me, each step echoing ominously in the air. As he drew closer, I caught a glimpse of his hand – long, gnarled fingers tipped with wickedly curved claws. The stench of blood and something primal, feral, clung to him, making my stomach churn.

He stopped right before me, his towering form casting a suffocating shadow. His eyes, narrowed to slits, seemed to bore into everything I was. There was no warmth, no compassion, just a chilling emptiness that spoke of a mind teetering on the edge of madness. Then, there was desire as he looked at me. I had seen it too often not to recognize it.

A single tear escaped my eye, tracing a cold path down my cheek. This Alpha, this madman, had his own agenda, a dark and twisted purpose for which I was simply a tool.

Fear, raw and primal, threatened to consume me. But then, a spark of defiance flickered within me. They might have captured me, brought me to this desolate island, but they wouldn't break me. Not yet. Taking a deep, steadying breath, I forced my trembling voice to project a semblance of strength.

"Who are you?" I rasped, my voice barely above a whisper. "And what do you want with me?"

The man's smile widened, and freaked me out.

"You will call me Alpha," he boomed, his voice echoing through my head. "And that is all you need to know."

His laughter, harsh and grating, echoed through the vast hall as he grabbed my wrist. His grip, like a vise of iron, sent a jolt of pain shooting up my arm. He dug his fingers into the edges of my wounds.

"I've waited a long time for you to get here," he moaned, grabbing his crotch. "I'm so excited I'm not sure if we'll make it to the experiments first..."

My stomach lurched. I wasn't going anywhere without a fight. With a surge of adrenaline, I twisted my body, digging my heel into the cobblestones and throwing myself against him. He stumbled back slightly, but his hand didn't release me. I tried to fight, but something in me told me that to go with him was going to be a death sentence.

"Let go of me!" I screamed, my voice raw with defiance. "Let me go!"

His smile vanished, replaced by a thunderous scowl.

"Let you go?" He boomed, his voice filled with a dangerous calmness. "No. You're mine now until your last breath. You'll do as I say or you'll learn like all the others."

I tore away from him. He lunged at me with lightning speed, grabbing me by the throat and slamming me against the cold stone wall. The breath whooshed out of my lungs, replaced by a searing pain that radiated through my ribs.

"Respect," he hissed, his voice inches from my ear, his hot breath tinged with madness, "is something you will learn. The hard way."

He tightened his grip on my throat, the world starting to fade to black at the edges of my vision. Panic clawed at my throat, a primal fight-or-flight instinct screaming at me to submit. But giving in wasn't an option.

With a desperate last gasp, I grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked with all my strength, relishing the surprised grunt that escaped his lips. He loosened his hold for a fleeting moment, giving me the precious air I needed.

Coughing and gasping, I spat in his face, a defiant act fueled by a last flicker of resistance.

He stared at me, his face contorted in a mask of rage. For a moment, I thought it might be the end. But then, a flicker of something else crossed his eyes, something akin to… amusement?

"I see you have quite a bit of fight in you. Seems like I should just make sure you don't have the strength to do much..."

I felt a prick of something in my arm. It burned and my mind went hazy.

"So receptive already." He chuckled. He grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked it clear out of my scalp. I screamed.

He shoved the hair into my mouth, choking me with the dirty, bloody strands. Then, he ran his hand over my pussy.

"I like this. Maybe I'll have all of my little slaves wearing something like this... though I like the white gowns better..."

I cringed, trying to close my legs and he chuckled and thrust two fingers into me. The pain made me scream.

"Seems like that's what you want. That's what you all want? Every single whore like you wants me inside you, deep, filling you with my seed..."

I twisted, trying to get free. The pain was fading into pleasure. I remembered the dream with dread as I heard myself moan. He laughed. More people laughed. The world swam. I tried to escape this, to retreat, but I couldn't. He pressed his hard cock against my hip, squeezing around my throat. He growled as I kept trying to fight. I strained and wiggled. It felt like his cock was getting hard. I sobbed.

Konor was like that, enjoying hurting me, but at least then I could tell that I was in pain.

“That’s it. Fight me. Show me how much life you've got. I love breaking sluts litke you."

I sobbed as he grabbed my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers. I moaned, unable to help it. I didn't want this.

"Stop," I sobbed. "Stop!"

He pressed me agains the wall. "Why would I do that when you're clearly enjoying it?"

He shoved more fingers into me and another into my ass. I sobbed. My hips rolled against his hand. The pleasure rocketed through me, but I didn't want it. I didn't want it.

He smirked. "Go on. Beg me for it."

He released my throat just enough, thrusting his fingers into me until I was getting closer and closer to the edge of an orgasm. I sobbed, trying to fight it. He ripped his fingers out of me roughly and moved my head. He sunk his teeth into my neck and I screamed.

My body shook. I remembered this feeling. That man on my birthday bit me like this. Was it this man?

He chuckled. "I see you recognize me."

I wailed and tried to get free of him.

"I'm going to enjoy just as much as I did then. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be begging for my cock just like you did then."

"No--"He squeezed my throat, cutting off my air supply. He forced his hips between my thighs and groaned.

I could see the bedroom. The toys. The pain that rushed through me, turning to pleasure I could explain or escapre even as the world started to go dark around me. I coudn't see. I was going to die.

Still, my hips moved, thrusting my pussy against his hard cock. It felt good. The dizziness only added to the feeling. He lifted my legs and he thrusted into me, grabbing my ass and pressing his claws into my flesh. I screamed as my orgasm rushed through me. He laughed.

"That's a good whore, just like that. Grip me tight."

He pushed hard and fast into me. I heard our hips slapping together. He chuckled. my whole body ached and throbbed with pleasure. I thrashed, driving his cock deeper into me. I couldn't breath. I could think.

I couldn't say how long he fucked me, but I heard my own moaning. I tasted his mouth. I felt the pulsing of his cock inside me when he came. Then, the tears rolled. I stared out into nothing.

He dropped me to the ground. I didn't look at him. I just closed my eyes and tried to escape the shame.

Von, I'm sorry.