Chapter 2 Gina Alpha King

When I did come to, I was still nude, but now I was spread out on a bed with silver chains pulling my arms over my head and gently burning the flesh on my wrists. I had been unconscious for quite some time. When I finally took in my surroundings, I let out a yell of defeat because I knew what this room meant: it was Alpha Tony's room, and they were going to rape and torture me until they felt I had learned my lesson. It took me a moment to take in my surroundings, but I yelled when I did. I should have known better than to do anything that would make the alpha angrier, so I sat there and waited for them to come in and do what they wanted to me, all the while doing my best to ignore the dull agony occurring between my legs. I felt like I was being tortured.

I didn't have to wait very long because the door opened, and in came Alpha Tony, grinning savagely to himself. I didn't have to wait very long. He made his way over to the bed and sat down on the foot of the mattress. He grabbed my bruised and naked body, then slid his filthy hands up my body and over my legs, pausing only to pinch my breasts brutally. The claws on his half-shifted hand dug into my skin and drew blood. He then continued his assault. I moaned when he took them out, but he continued his trek and stopped just below my neck.

"Why did you attempt to get away from me, my little pal, hmm?" "Why did you try to run away from me?"

I was terrified of what he would say, so I chose not to respond to him. This drove him further over the brink, and he abandoned his facade of composure as a result. It didn't take long for him to wrap his massive hand around my neck, and even though it restricted my breathing, I could still do so.

"Answer me bitch! Why did you attempt to get away from me in the name of all that is holy, you cretinous whore?"

He never gave me a chance to respond before he was on top of me, raining blows down my body, his hands going back around my neck as his claws dug in. After a while, he let me free, and I could feel blood trickling out of the puncture wounds all over my body, including the one on my neck. He sprang from the bed and rushed into the closet, and a short while after, his kid emerged from the closet with what seemed to be a toolbox in his hands. Because I had never seen something like this before, I was genuinely interested in seeing what it contained. 90

When he brought out two items—a hammer and a screwdriver—I couldn't make head or tail of what was happening. He removed them from my reach and placed them on the bed next to me before reaching into his back pocket and producing his preferred knife. After that, it didn't take me long to put together what he had in mind for the next step. A terror took over my body unlike any other. I'm going to die because of him.

It was as if he had read my mind because a vile grin grew over his face as he continued.

"Oh, I see that you are aware of all that will take place today. Little friend, it's time for you to go, but before I put an end to you, I need something from you."

He then came onto the bed and opened my legs with his hands.

He began his attacks by picking up the screwdriver and driving the tip into my shoulder. He slid it down my arm and did not stop until he reached my elbow. I let out a painful scream that my throat was bleeding, and he responded with a sigh of contentment. He then grabbed his knife and ripped the screwdriver out of its holder. He inserted the knife's blade in the space between my collar bones, then proceeded to pull it down to my navel, deepening the wound as he continued to assault me with brute force sexually. He thrusts the knife into my side before pulling it out again. I can feel the blood flowing out of the wounds across my body and see a series of black dots flashing before my eyes.

"No, no, don't pass out on me yet; I want you to be awake when I murder you, little buddy." "No, no, no," repeated after me. "Don't pass out on me yet."

Before he releases himself from inside me, he gives me a gentle shake of the head to keep me awake. After that, he gives me one more thrust. He exhales a sigh of contentment as he lifts me off of him. I can never comprehend how someone could be as cruel as he was because it is incomprehensible to me.

At this point, he had already covered himself and rearranged himself to stand over my bruised and bloody body. As I saw him hoist the hammer over his head, I could really feel the breath being sucked out of me.

"Bitch, tonight is the day you die; you have earned it."

When the door was blown from its hinges, the most enticing aroma flooded my nose, and a booming roar filled my ears; I had almost totally given in to the darkness.

As the night closed in on me, I disconnected from my surroundings.