Werewolf’s Heartsong by DizzyIzzyN Chapter 96

Chapter 96
Alora’s POV
It was cold… it was always cold down here…and dark. There was a very small
glow coming from the dirt covered window on the other side of the basement. I
was curled up on the damp stone floor, up against the support beam I was
chained to. I could hear something dripping from somewhere. I was covered in
blood and my own filth. I had been down here for so long. The last of the wounds
from the recent whipping sealing shut. Then I hear a slam as the upstairs door
shuts and Sarah lets out a shriek for her mother.
I start to shake, I know what’s coming…she’ll be coming down here soon…and
she’ll start on me again. More shrieking goes on upstairs before the basement
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door is slammed open and shut with loud bangs. Sarah stomps down the stairs
and over to were I am and then kicks me in the stomach, once, twice, three times.
I felt close to vomiting from the blows. I don’t understand a word she’s saying, I’ve
stopped listening to her ranting a long time ago. O
I try and sit up in an effort to stop her from kicking me again, but I was weak from
blood loss and lack of nutrition, they haven’t feed me in days. Before I can move
farther she slaps me, causing me to fall back down on the ground. She keeps
slapping me, I lost count of how many slaps she gave me. Then she stops
breathing heavily for a moment, she looked like a demon from hell to me, her face
twisted in anger, her hands looked like they were about to claw me. (2)
Then she walks over to the table. No…no…please…Goddess….no… But my
silent pleading went unanswered. She came back with her leather roll of knives.
She took out one of her favorites. It was a six inch, double sided blade, a dagger
really. I knew begging and pleading with her wouldn’t get her to stop, it only
brought Sarah pleasure. So I refuse to scream with the first cut, a deep slice
down my thigh.
She looks mad that I didn’t voice my pain, my blood isn’t flowing as fast as she’d
like either, but then…I’d already lost so much of it. She buried the dagger in my
shoulder, and I have to bite back another scream as the silver sears my flesh and
the blade goes out the other side. My body is trembling with the pain and blood
loss. Her face twists even more as she becomes furious at my lack of response to
her torture. 2
She yanks the blade out of my shoulder, I barley catch the scream of agony at
that move, my entire body covered in sweat. She shrieks at me more, something
about Darien, then slaps me a few more times. My lips are already split, blood
dripping from my mouth, my eyes were black. She stabs me in the other shoulder
all the way through again, this time a small whimper is let out, and she smiles. (1)
I redouble my efforts not to give in to the noises again. She slices a deep ga sh
down my arm, I want to scream so badly with the agony, but I withheld it. Sarah’s
smile falters and turns into an ugly snarl and she slices the other arm. There was
more fiery pain, my vision was becoming fuzzy, and black dots were appearing.
Another deep slice, down my other thigh. It was so painful, but I refused to
scream. She slices me across the top of my breasts. More of my blood flows out
to drench me in a fresh coat of it. 2
Then finally done with my resistance, stabs me deep in my stomach, twisting the
knife, I couldn’t hold back the scream any more as she yanked the blade out and
stabbed again, twisting the blade inside me, she does it again, driving my agony
higher getting more screams of pain from me. I feel large hands on both of my
upper arms, they were warm, shaking me.
Finally I heard the deep male voice call out “Alora! Alora wake up! Starlight come
back to me! Alora!” I could her pain and worry in that voice. Sarah stabs me in my
thigh this time, digging deep and twisting the knife, causing another agonized
scream of pain. The voice is yelling again “Alora please wake up baby, wake up,
come back to me.” I realized that voice wasn’t supposed to be there.
It would have never been down here in this basement. Then my eyes snap open
and I see Damien’s worried agonized face, there were tears in his eyes, I reach a
hand up and say “Damien.” or I tried to anyway, my voice was h o ars e and my
throat hurt. My body was covered in sweat and I was shaking. My heart was
racing and I felt a little weak. That’s when I realize Damien had witnessed a brief
look into the horror show that had been my life.
He starts to pet my hair his hand was shaking “I couldn’t wake you up, you were
screaming….when I touched you…I saw…” he wraps his arms around me holding
me so tight and close to him, he sits up and puts me in his lap, rocking me back
and forth as we calm down from the nightmare, he had to drag me back from. My
mate had seen a glimpse of what Sarah had done to me that week, and all the
other times I would get locked in that horrible basement. 2
“I’m sorry Damien.” I tell him, upset that he had to witness that.
“Sorry? Starlight…why are you sorry?” he asked me.
“For having to see that.” I tell him, my voice small.
He stiffens, then with one hand he lifts my chin, forcing me to meet his fierce
gaze. “You have nothing to be sorry for. Nothing! You were a victim, none of that
was your fault. I’m also your mate. It’s my duty and honor to take care of you, in
every way possible,” he growls. I can feel how fiercely he believes that. He was
my mate and would be there for my nightmares and the aftermath.
I let the tears come, sobbing he pulls me back into his arms. “Cry it out, don’t let it
poison you anymore, I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.” he tells me in a
husky voice. I cried for a while, letting it all go, my head hurt and my nose was
stuffy after crying for so long…but I needed it. Damien had been right. Once calm
I wipe my face and Damien hands me a tissue to blow my nose with.
Looking around I see the sun has come up, it was time to get up for the day, I was
going to be shopping for a dress and accessories today. I was also going to get to
meet my dad in person. Smiling I look at my mate. “We need to go down for
breakfast soon.” I tell him. He looks at me, and I realize we’re naked as he starts
petting my side and his gaze starts to burn with his desire.
I look at him for a long moment “Kiss me.” I demanded. He crushes me to him
and kisses me fiercely, with so much passion. I’m instantly set ablaze with my
own desire. I needed my mate to take away the rest of my nightmare, and feeling
him love me was the best way to free me from it. His mouth moves off of mine as
he kissed his way over my jaw and down my neck.
He had me on my back and was kneeling between my legs when he bit down on
my neck, making me cry out in pleasure as it shot through me, causing my core to
heat and slicken with my fluid. He licked the bite, then he kissed his way down to
one breast, sucking and nibbling on my nipple. I cry out as the pleasure has me
close to or ga sm. His warm hands pushed my thighs apart, he notches his co ck at
my entrance, then he switches his mouth to my other breast, slamming home as
he sucks in my nipple.
I scream in pleasure as he starts to take me fast and hard, thrusting deep, I push
my chest up higher and move my hips against his, driving him deeper, as I’m
driven to that precipice he lifts up and says “Look at me.” and my eyes meet his,
my gaze trapped by his as he watches while he takes us over that edge, it was so
much more intense. I cry out and he roars, my core clamping down on him, his
hips jerk with every jet of his hot seed inside my womb.
He collapses next to me, pulling me to him, hugging me close. All I could think for
a moment was, that this was a better way to wake up than to that awful
nightmare, and I was looking forward to many more mornings filled with that kind
of a wake up. ?