Free

I am really really sorry about the wait! Inspiration didn't struck me the last few months and it took me a while to write this chapter down. Its... not light and happy... more like really sad and bad, if I'd say so myself.

There is RAPE in this chapter again, so if you don't like it, don't read it plz.

The next chapters will be more plot heavy to bring the story forward, don't worry!

Pleas comment, fav or whatever you feel like doing XD

I could feel the sudden stuffiness of the air, before I could hear footsteps that seemed all too familiar. Even when I had heard them only once. My head whipped around, and any question I had had on my tongue left me to be replaced by utter terror, when I saw that smirk. Where had all the anger gone Stranger 2 had had before? I couldn't and wouldn't believe that it had just disappeared like that, and that he suddenly wanted to show me his kindness. For a moment I held my breath, before my eyes wandered past the tall man, and I could feel a scared whine escape my lips. It was tiny, but it made Stranger number 2 laugh loudly and walk towards my bed.

I could see his movements in the corner of my eyes, since I was staring at what had been behind him. There were men. Many men. Without counting I had to guess that there were around 15 of them. All entering the room one after the other, from eager looking expressions, to impassive, scared and mocking, I could see them all.

„No...", I whispered, nearly inaudible, as I clung to my handsome and broke out in cold sweat.

„Oh yes.", Stranger number 2 announced proudly at my scared voice, and grabbed a chair to pull beside the bed, before he sat down on it and crossed his legs.

„My men...", he gestured towards all the guys, which kept quiet and were looking at me, as if I was a rare specimen that they wanted to taste. If he called all these guys his ‚men' he must be the leader of this. Maybe this was some strange cult, some sort of religious sect or something similar. It didn't make much sense otherwise. Though nothing really seemed to make any sense at all since I had met my handsome.

My grip tightened painfully around his hand and I scooted as close to the headboard of my bed and pressed my body against it as hard as I could. I just wanted to disappear, to vanish and never see any of these people again. If this was a dream I wanted to wake up this second. It had been bad before, but I knew that I wouldn't survive this. Not when it had already hurt that bad the first time.

"You'll get to enjoy their company. One-after-the-other." The leader punctuated the last few words, just to make me feel even worse. He hadn't been lying when he said he'd make my life a living hell. This was hell. It was actually probably even worse than hell.

The leader clapped his hands loudly, to get the attention of everyone in the room. "Let's get started.", his voice sounded happy. "Olli, my Beta." He gestured towards a bulky man that had stepped forward, as if to introduce him to me. Knowing a name didn't make it any better. If anything, it just made it worse. It would remind me of this situation whenever I heard these names in the future. If there even was a future for me after this.

I closed my eyes, when Olli started undressing. This wasn't happening. It wasn't happening. The bed didn't dip under his weight. I didn't feel his hand on my ankle. I didn't whisper any 'please don't's or 'stop's. I wasn't pulled from my position towards the middle of the mattress. And I certainly didn't miss the feeling of my handsome's hand in mine, when I had to let go.

All of this was just not real. It was a nightmare. Nothing more than a really bad, really realistic nightmare.

My body didn't react with need, when he touched me, and it certainly didn't make me cum, when he had my legs over his shoulder while penetrating my non-mentionable. There were no cries, neither of pain nor pleasure and no tears. There were no teeth at my neck, that bit hard into my skin. No momentary relief and no repetition of the aforementioned. There were no people with me in this room. Because this room did NOT exist. And neither did they. There was no brown haired leader, no Olli, no Liam, no Daniel, no Ryan, no Colt, no Adam, no Gavin, no Miles, no Vincent, and no more people whose names I did not remember.

And there was no guy with black hair and dark skin. No one that took my breath away and made me feel safe and at home.

There was nothing… nothing at all…

….

The next time I came to my senses I could feel and hear myself gasp. I regretted taking a deep breath as soon as I felt the pain in my throat and my chest. Everything was blurry, painful. The skin on my face felt as if it was swollen, my eyes felt crusty with dried tears and every muscle was strained. A cough came up my parched throat and I felt movement above me, while trying to blink away the dizziness. I could just about see how someone was pulled away from me, leaving a pain in my lower half I'd rather not paid attention to at the time.

It was still hard to breath and when I tried to lift a hand to feel what was wrong, I noticed that I wasn't able to. My fingers twitched, but I was too weak. A pained sound squeezed itself past my lips, before I could see the face of that non-existent brown haired leader swimming above me.

"Watch out what you're doing…", it sounded like he was talking to me, but I noticed that he must have been speaking to someone else, since I could hear a weak "sorry, Alpha" from somewhere in the room.

When my eyelids involuntarily started to falling shut I felt a slap against my right cheek.

"Don't fall asleep, mut.", it was an order and I felt myself obey, opening my eyes and staring at the Leader. He didn't look as happy as he'd done the last time I had seen him. The smirk had clearly been wiped off his face. Not that I had liked that smile, but I preferred it to the dark expression he was wearing now.

"Thinking you're too good for my pack, huh?", his voice was calm. Too calm. "If you think the last night was bad, I will show you what really hurts. You better start healing quickly, or you might not survive the next moon."

And with this he let me go, got up, and disappeared from my sight. I could hear movements, feet on wooden floor, the clicking of a door closing.

I was left alone, not able to move, with this itching feeling under my skin and so much pain.

I gasped out when a sudden touch on my cheek made me realize that I wasn't. I didn't feel scared though. The itching vanished and I was able to think clearer.

I was not alone, and this was not a dream.

This was the reality my life had become.

I started to cry…