Chapter 26 Punishment 2
Chapter 26: punishment 2
Milo pov
“Watch your tongue, woman.”
“No,” she barked. “You listen. You’ve done a lot of reckless things since Milo came in, but this tops it. You throw him in a cell after marking him with your scent? You can’t use the boy then dump him to suffer and rot in the dungeons like some cursed chew toy. That’s not justice. That’s cruelty.”
I felt something crack in my chest. My wolf that I have not stirred for days, suddenly whimpered.
But I masked it with a frown
“I won’t allow you to question me like this again. You have no business on how I deal with my pet.,” I said slowly, ending the discussion.
But she wasn't in any way done.
“You think you scare me, boy? You may be king of a mafia empire, but I’ve seen you with your face buried in a pie, covered in flour. You might be dangerous, but a masochist? No, that draws the line. You punish yourself more than you punish him.”
Silence stretched between us.
“He’s not the threat, Damon…You are.” She poked at my chest, before leaving the room, slamming the door hard after her.
My eyes struggled to adjust to the sudden brightness that flooded my retina, after staying scooped in the dungeon for days and suddenly being exposed to direct sunlight.
jeers and the noise slammed in my head, as they dragged me forward.
"Move, traitor!. Or we would force you too.”
"Should've slit his throat already instead of wasting rope!"
My guards escorted me, bantered and taunted beside me. But that was not where my attention lies.
This many people. I smiled bitterly, wondering how popular I have become for thousands of people to come and watch how I will die. I guess that was something I had never expected.
Rows of people lined up the stadium like an arena.
Packed like it was a goddamned festival.
My gaze was fixed at the high podium at the far end of the arena. People highly dressed and adorned with different ancient war weapons sat in neat rows. Their faces are void of emotion, and hungry for blood.
They wanted a spectacle, and I was the main character.
My gaze flickered, drifting over to where she sat. I almost spat in disgust. A deep anger welled itself in my chest.
Catherine.
Her red lips curled into a wry smile the moment our eyes met. As if she knows what I was thinking. I tore my gaze away quickly and as if I was being pulled by an invincible thread, I looked towards the central chairs.
And I saw him, Master.
I couldn’t see his face, due to the mask he was wearing. Only the red orbs in place of eyes, could be seen. He sat like a statue carved from pure sin. But immediately our eyes met, he looked away like I did not exist.
I whimpered, clutching my chest.
I was being led to a pole, which confused me, as I was supposed to be led to the gallows to be hanged.
Two hefty guards came forward. cracking the whip in his hands.The crowd roared in anticipation.
And then… Whimp!!
The first lash came with force that knocked the air out of my lungs.
It tore through my shirt and skin like paper. I staggered, biting back a scream that was fighting to let go. The second blow came harder than the first, followed by the third, merciless. My back was on fire, as pain I thought I had mastered tore through my body.
I wanted to scream. I wanted to collapse.
But I didn’t.
I pictured my family before the day everything changed. Before it was discovered that I was trash. Her gentle voice, the way she used to hum to lull me and my sister to sleep. My thoughts ran to my sister, Millen. And how she always dresses up like a princess and I will be the prince charming. Her crooked teeth when she laughed… then now as she is now the back bone of my pack. While I…
I had to endure this.
For them.
But it hurt. It hurt so bad I could taste death on my tongue. My body swayed, knees buckling under me. My breath came in short, ragged gasps. Every sound of the whip that tore through my skin pushed me closer to the edge of something…something even deeper than pain.
Despair.
I wasn’t just broken. I was… useless.
Weak, Pathetic.
Maybe this was my fate all along. Created by the moon goddess to be at the bottom of the food chain, fated to be dirt.
At that little moment of bordering between death and living, I suddenly thought of how it would be if the reverse was the case…
But just as that thought lodged itself in my mind, I felt something inside my chest snap.
the air cracked with a sizzling sound.
The temperature dropped suddenly, and then rose with an unnatural heat. I couldn’t explain it, but something inside me… had shifted. My blood felt like it had changed direction. My vision blurred.
My eyes snapped open, and the world tilted. A deep, ancient fury awakened in my chest, like something was clawing its way out.
I didn’t see it…but I felt my eyes burning red.
The whip froze mid air.
The executioner backed away slowly, eyes wide in horror. “What… what is that?”
I felt his confusion, felt my confusion, and somewhere in the crowd, I felt a broken heart.
But before I could react to it.
I collapsed before the final lash, my body hitting the cold stone with a sickening thud.
The last thing I heard was a brokened howl before the world faded to blackness.