Chapter Four **TW**

**WARNING: Following chapter contains sexual assault and description of abuse. You can skip this chapter if needed.** 

I had spent two weeks down in the isolation hole and while I had been prepared for the torture they inflicted. I had not been prepared for the surprise guest that showed up and their actions. Whether they were planned or not I will never know and it makes no difference. My visitor had made it onto a particularly specific list of mine and that was not a list anyone wanted to be on. Nor was it really one I wanted to add to, there was only one way off it and that was death. I shuddered a bit as memories of my time in the isolation hole flooded my mind.

**Flashback**

Ethan and Levi had carried me into the isolation hole with no resistance from me, even when they stretched my arms above my head and secured my wrists in the shackles that hung from a thick ceiling beam. I was surprised to find they were using steel shackles and not silver, probably due to Alpha’s warnings about me having to be presentable in public. Silver would burn and take a lot longer to heal, longer than I would have between the end of this visit and the banquet. No one would dare defy the Alpha’s orders. I felt a prick in the upper muscle of my arm, and felt my connection with Aramyth receding. “Wolfsbane,” I thought to myself. It was poisonous to werewolves, but in small quantities it would keep our wolves suppressed and it was the only way minor injuries would leave scars.

I drew in a deep breath, instantly regretting it. The hole stank of feces, urine, blood and death. Some of it was certainly fresher than others, clearly I wasn’t the only person who saw this hell hole. Part of me wanted to know who else had been drug here; the other part of me was glad to be ignorant as it may have strained my control depending on who it had been and why. 

Ethan and Levi came down to “visit” me. 2 to 3 times a day I was forced to deal with at least one of them, if not both. They used knives and whips dipped in diluted wolfbane, maring my pale skin with what would become permanent scars. By the end of the first week my clothes were in tatters, and my muscles ached. I had open wounds over what felt like 90% of my back. They had been careful to make sure that the wounds and scars were easily covered by clothing. 

On day 10, Ethan was down there alone with me, repeatedly lashing my back with a barbed whip. He was taking great joy in the fresh blood pouring down my back. I have refused to make so much as a gasp. I will not give them the satisfaction.

“Come on you useless bitch! Plead for the end! Beg, cry, and maybe we’ll take mercy on you!” Ethan cackled, which was followed by his growling when he got no response from me. I heard the whip crack and felt it dig into my back for what was probably the twentieth time.

I bit the inside of my cheek to keep myself from making a sound. There would be no mercy. I knew better. They were already forcing themselves to be more careful than they usually were. So no, I would not make a sound. There would be no satisfaction for them on that front. Not before, not now, not ever.

“Go. Fuck. Yourself. Ethan.” I growled through gritted teeth, purposely leaving out his title. I heard him give a deep growl and heard the whip crack again, feeling it wrap around my ribs. Once, twice, three times successively. I was getting to him, that was evident by his loss of control.

“What did you say to me? You disrespectful little cunt!” He roared at me as he swung at me again. Two whippings in quick succession made my eyes squeeze shut.  I could hear him laughing with glee as fresh wounds opened on my ribs.

“Clean out your ears Beta,” I sneered as I called him by his title, “I said… Go. Fuck. Yourself.” My mouth was going to get me in trouble, again. That was nothing new though. As a wolf with Alpha blood it was very hard to submit and not speak your mind. The more I worked him up, the more control he lost, the wounds becoming a little shallower, a little more superficial.

It was then that I smelt another wolf in the room. It didn’t take me long to place the scent as I heard his footsteps approaching Ethan and I.

His voice filled the room with a low grumble as he spoke, “I have a better idea. Why don’t I just fuck you instead?” His tone was cold, calculated and calm. Way too calm, it sent shivers down my spine and not in a good way.

“Unless you have a death wish you will stay the fuck away from me Vincent.” I growled at him. The hair on the nape of my neck was on end. This was not good, and there was nothing I could do right now, not without my wolf. There was too much wolfsbane in my system for me to get to Aramyth.

“Oh shut your mouth. I see the way you parade around the manor, showing off that milky pale skin. The way you always find me with your eyes when we’re in the same room. I know what you want, what you’re after, and now you’re going to change your tune when I come to give it to you.” He moves towards me and I hear Ethan moving out of his way.

“You are a disgusting dog Vincent. I feel sorry for whoever your mate is and I pray, for her sake that you two never meet.”

I felt Vincent at my backside, running his fingers down the side of my ribs that were mostly free of lash marks, “I hope I never meet her too. I have every intention of making you my bitch instead of the pack bitch. I know what you want. I’m just here to test the merchandise before I make such a large commitment.”

“Oh… Oh this could be good… This could finally break her. The Alpha would be quite happy if we finally break her.” Ethan whispered to Vincent.

“You’re delusional Vincent. The only thing I have ever wanted from you, is for you to leave me the fuck alone.” I kept my voice firm and confident. I was confident that he was about to assault me. It was no secret that he had been trying to get into my pants for a long time, apparently in his delusion the tables were turned.

“I will watch the door, Vincent. Give you two some privacy,” Ethan’s voice was starting to grate on my nerves. Next thing I saw was his face in mine, “Maybe you will think twice before messing with my daughter and what is hers next time. She is your future Luna after all.” He chuckled as he turned and headed back up the path to make sure there were no interruptions. “This might just be enough to push her over the edge. The Alpha had been trying for years to break her.” Ethan thought as he took a position at the main door.

Vincent didn’t acknowledge Ethan, but he did wait for him to leave the area. He reached up to adjust the restraints so that I was facing him instead of the wall, “Now we’re alone, now you will be mine.” It was barely a whisper as he ran his finger down my face.

I growled at him and brought my knee up, trying to hit him in the groin with all my strength. Unfortunately for me he knew I would try something and was prepared, catching my knee with his hands, “Tsk, tsk. Is that any way to treat your lover?” Another whisper as he inhaled my scent, “So sweet, like mint and honey.”

“Fuck off. I am not and will never be your lover. I want nothing to do with you Vincent. You’re the same type of soulless, pathetic bad seed as your father and your “uncle”. You will pay for this, you delusional prick.” I hissed, drawing my head back as far as I could before ramming it forward into his. I was not going to take this lying down. I would fight. My head connected with his face and I heard bones crunching. Good. I hope I broke more than just his nose.

“You ungrateful bitch! Is this how you treat people who are being nice to you?” The fingers of his right hand wrapped around my throat as I caught a glimpse of the rush of blood coming from his nose as I picked up on the metallic scent in the air. He growled as he used his left hand claws to shred the rest of my clothing.

“If you think… This is nice…” I gasped in another breath before continuing, “You aren’t just delusional… You’re psychotic.”

I watched his face twist as I called him psychotic, “I’ll show you psychotic you little slut.” He let go of my throat and undid his pants, dropping them and his boxers to the floor as I was gasping, trying to fill my oxygen deprived lungs as quickly as I could without hyperventilating.

He was a foot taller than me, and with my hands restrained and no contact with Aramyth I had no hope of actually fighting him off. His hands gripped my shoulders and shoved me into the wall. I winced, inhaling sharply. Pain radiated through my body from the fresh wounds on my back scraping against the rough stone wall. I growled, kicking at him, trying to get him away from me, but I couldn’t get a good foot hold on him to put any real force behind it. I think this is the first time in my life I’ve ever wished I were taller.

I felt his hands leave my shoulders and slide down to palm my breasts, running his thumbs over my nipples. His nose must already be starting to heal, I heard him drawing in a breath to take in my scent again. I suspected he was trying to pick up the scent of my arousal. He would be sorely disappointed since it was non-existent, he did nothing for me other than make me want to hurl.  I grinned, knowing it hadn’t been set properly and would have to be re-broken later to fix it.

 I felt tears pricking the back of my eyes and I squeezed them shut, refusing to let them fall, “I will not cry. I will not break. They will not win.” I repeated in my head like a mantra. 

His lips were roaming over my neck and jaw now, like they were his to explore when in fact they were not. My legs were forced apart by his knee and he trailed one of his hands down my body, cupping my pussy, toying with the folds with his fingertips, “You’re going to enjoy this you bitch, just like you have every time you’ve spread your legs for the other pack males.” He crooned.

I snarled at him, “You are the last person I would enjoy anything with you pathetic asshole. Can’t find a willing partner so you’re going to rape one who is in no position to fight back!” I spit in his face. That seemed to set him off, whether or not it was the action or my words I’m not sure, but I know I saw something in him snap. His eyes were flickering back and forth between his normal brown eyes and the dark gold of his wolves. At least his wolf looked more like he wanted to slaughter me than rape me.

“Well, I was going to be nice about this, but if that’s how you want to be…” He lined his dick up with my entrance and slammed his erect length into me fully with no warning. Despite the pack rumors and colorful pet names, I was actually a virgin. It took everything in me not to scream out in his face, to let him know exactly what he was actually stealing from me.

The pain was bad, but not  as bad as I was expecting it to be. The fact that I was about numb from a week and a half of torture might have something to do with that though. I knew I was going to feel all this later. Male wolves were already larger than an average human male both in length and girth, and I was tiny in comparison. Between being a virgin, my stature and zero preparation it nearly broke my resolve.

I let my head roll to the side, staring at a wall as I blinked back tears, “NO!” I yelled at myself, “You are stronger than this. You will get through this. Just as you have every hurdle life has given you. You will survive this, and you will not forget.”

I let myself zone out, stopped fighting for fear of what further injury might occur if I didn’t. I laid there, motionless, but he didn’t seem to notice. I let my mind wander to memories of my life before this pack, brief as it was. I thought of the picnics with my family, training with my family; my father telling me I could do anything, survive anything, with my determination. My mother always encouraged me to be kind and fair, but to never forget and not to let others walk all over me. To be the bigger person and forgive, but never forget. My brother drawing me pictures for my room, and always trying to protect me from everyone and everything. He was always a sweet kid. These memories would get me through, would be my light in the darkness, my reason for persevering. They had disappeared and I had survived. There was a reason, and I would survive this and keep going to find out why.

Vincent’s grunts and groans were nothing but background noise as my mind wandered. His thrusts were beginning to get a bit sloppy. When he finally reached his climax and stilled against me before withdrawing from me. He palmed my breasts again, squeezing them hard enough I knew there would be bruises. This drew me back into the here and now as he forced his lips against mine and whispered, “Thanks sweetheart, let’s do it again sometime.” There was an evil glint in his eyes as he pulled his clothing back on and left as briskly as he had arrived.

**END TRIGGER WARNING**