“You damn mutt!” The sound of a whip echoed through the deep dark cave as it came crashing down onto my back. I fell to the ground in agonizing pain, my master hovering over me with a leather whip with spikes at the end of it.
I had gotten used to the pain, since it happened every day without fail whenever he was angry. My torment gave him satisfaction especially when the crack of the whip he loved to use on me met and tore at my skin like scissors cutting paper.
I have no name to speak of. My master always called me mutt, or he would call me a number that was given to me the day I was born into this hellhole. Twenty-three, that was the number embedded on my hip at the age of three. The pain I suffered that day was agonizing. I had never screamed so much in my life.
A mark that bound me to him forever. My mother died a year after I was born, simply because there were no wet nurses around to keep me fed as a baby. He killed her once I no longer needed her to stay alive. Ever since then I only had the maids to teach me anything at night when our master wasn't terrorizing everyone, or most likely, his daughter.
“No one talk to him for the rest of the day, don’t even go near him.” My master said to the maids and other staff members surrounding us in an angry and harsh tone. He made them watch as he tore the flesh off my back for a crime I never committed.
His daughter, Elise, accused me of touching her inappropriately. Even though she knew damn well I would never do such a thing to anyone, let alone her. I knew all too well what the consequences were for even glancing at one of my master's family members. Her hair was blonde and in carefully styled curls without a single hair out of place.
The evil smirk on her face said it all, she hates me. That is nothing new, I am, a werewolf after all. A monster born to a werewolf mother and father. Who wore a steel collar around my neck to remind me where my place is.
As if I didn’t already know where I stood. She loved to use her status as a nobleman’s daughter to use me as her personal punching bag. Used my status as a slave to do whatever she wanted without being scolded by her father. I was the only one they would turn to to get their aggression out.
I hated her and I hated her father. I also hated the guards who would also use me as their punching bag. I had no choice but to let them because they used wolfs-bane to keep my wolf from lashing out at them.
I could still talk to my wolf, but I could never shift. Hilal would growl in my head at them, like he is now as I stared at my master through the blackened bangs that were once a bright red and gold like fire.
I hadn’t been able to bathe in days, so the scent of dirt and sweat with blood filled the air around me. I wanted to bathe, to feel the hot water on my skin as I scrubbed the dirt and grime off my body. My master is the only nobleman in the kingdom we live in to have a dungeon in a cave, where I was kept most of the time unless I was ordered to train on my own.
‘One day, I’ll kill them, all of them,’ Hilal growled in my head as he paced around.
'When that day comes, they will regret everything they have ever done to us. I can't do anything right now though since they have continuously forced wolfs-bane into my blood to keep you from taking over.' I tell Hilal as he paces around in my head with his head bowed and his rose red and sun gold fur ruffles as he walks.
Hilal has the same sun gold colored eyes as I do, though his are a lot brighter than mine since he is a wolf. His growls are deep and loud as he continues to pace in circles in my head as I think of how I am going to escape from this cell.
I hope the goddess forgives me for being so weak and letting the master and guards do whatever it was they wanted with me. I want nothing more than to take a bath in scolding hot water just to erase the places they touched me and scrub the dirt and grim off my body until my skin bleeds from the friction.
They have tried several times to rape me, but every time they try I bite them and they end up beating me instead. I stopped caring if they beat me instead of raping me. I prefer to be hit than having their dicks shoved up my ass and suffering more pain than I was already in.
After whipping me he left me alone in the cell and his daughter stuck her tongue out at me before following her father out the cave along with the maids and guards. I sat on the cot that was attached to the cave wall in the cell and just stared out the cell bars that were now locked. No one came for hours, the blood on my back had dried up now.
The agonizing pain from my wounds turned to a light throbbing and stinging. I never wanted to kill someone so much in my life, and I have killed a lot of people over the years. The first time I killed someone, I was six. It was a guard who had tried to rape me, I grabbed his sword and stabbed him in the throat, none of them messed with me after that and the master started having me train to fight.
For twenty years he had me train to kill people on the battlefield or for assassinating them. The king of this kingdom allowed it because the master is his younger brother. The only time he doesn't make me take wolfs-bane is when he wants me to kill people. I hear footsteps get closer to the cell, but I don't move.
A guard walks into the cell and sets a try of food in front of me. "The master said to eat it. It doesn't have wolfs-bane, said he needs you for a mission and wants you healed up before hand. Don't waste any of it, twenty-three." He says before walking out, leaving me alone in the cell once again.
I stare at the steaming bowl of soup, piece of bread that smelled as if it was just made and a glass of water. He really went all out this time. 'What do you think the mission is this time? Another assassination?' Hilal asked, wondering the same thing I am.
'I don't know, but I have a feeling we're going to find out soon.' I tell him and reluctantly, slowly, bent down and picked up the tray growling out in pain as the wounds on my back stretched. Even though I'm used to the pain, it still hurts. There have been times where I black out from him hitting me too hard with the whip.
'I wish I could take the pain away. To be able to heal you without having to wait on the wolfs-bane to filter out your system.' He whimpered. In the years I had known Hilal, he had never once whimpered. It threw me off guard.
'Are you, whimpering? Since when did you learn how to do that?' I teased him and he huffed at me. I only smiled, something I never do.
'If you're going to make fun of me for it I won't talk to you for a week.' He said and I rolled my eyes. He's the only reason why I've stayed sane this long. Without him, I wouldn't have lasted.
'Alright, alright, sorry. You know this is the only fun I get, that we get.' I start eating the soup and the bread and drinking the ice cold water I never get. I can't remember the last time I had a hot meal and something cold to drink. This was the work of a maid who felt bad for me.
'Yeah, yeah. Eat the only meal you have ever had that could actually be called a meal.' We laughed and I shook my head as I ate. It took a few minutes but I finished eating and put the tray back down in front of me. We talked for a few more hours until I heard footsteps again. I thought it was a guard coming to collect the tray, but instead there was a maid with wavy raven black hair and sky blue eyes.
I don't think I've seen her before, she wasn't here when I was being whipped, or maybe she was and I didn't notice. Either way I noticed her now, she was carrying a large basket and she didn't hesitate to open the cell door. She walked in and looked at me. I had stood up when she opened the door and I towered over her. Her head came up to my chest and to me, she looked so tiny.
"Who are you and why are you here?" I ask her and she stops right in front of me. I've never been attracted to anyone before, but her scent made me want to see her underneath me.
"My name is Eleodora and I, am here to clean your wounds, per the masters orders. He said you're going on a mission soon and he wants your wounds healed before you have to go." She said. Her confidence threw me off. Any other woman would be cowering before me with me at my full height, so why wasn't she?
'She's hot, also, I think she might be our mate.' Hilal said and I had a feeling he was right. She is hot, with her raven black hair falling in waves to her waist and her boobs were huge and could probably cover my whole face if I-Nope, not going there. I don't need a bulge to deal with when she leaves.
I mentally shake my head as my wolf laughs at me, "I see, then I guess I'll let you take care of it." I say and turn around before sitting on the cot, leaving enough space for her to sit on it. She sat down behind me, putting the basket on the ground and opening it. I could hear her moving things around before she gently placed a hot rag on my back and I almost roared out in pain.
She immediately gasped and took it off my back, "I'm sorry, there's not much light here, so I can't tell just how bad they really are. Is the water too hot?"
"It's fine. I wasn't expecting it to hurt so much. Just continue, I can handle it." I said and placed my hand on the wall of the cell, bracing myself for the agony that awaited me.