Auctioned Mates Revenge
Chapter 2
I couldn’t tell how long I was there, only that water was provided through a small slot in the door every so often. They didn’t give me food. My stomach ached. I grew shaky and desperate.
Eventually, they hauled me out of my solitary cell and put me back with the others.
Angelia was leaning against the wall, curled up and silently staring into nothing. She was skinnier. Armilla was curled into a ball, weeping to herself with a slowly healing bruise around her neck.
Had they been treated worse because of me?
The thought infuriated me. I turned to glare at the guards.
“Cowards!” I yelled, rushing at them and slamming into them.
“Crazy bitch!”
The guard struck me across the face. I fell and got back up, furious and desperate. I spat in his face.
He sneered at me before slamming his fist into my stomach. Pain exploded through me as I flew back, hitting the wall, and fell unconscious.
I woke up, slumped against the wall in the dungeon just where they’d left me, but weaker. Hungrier. I had no idea how long it had been since I’d eaten, but I couldn’t take much longer if I meant to survive.
Angelia had gotten skinnier, yet the little scrap of clothing she’d been allowed was stained with blood between her legs. She didn’t seem hurt. Horror washed over me as I realized that Angelia had started her period. My stomach turned as a guard approached her. The others jeered.
“She’s a real woman now!”
“Leave her alone!” I said, lunging at him. Another caught me and shoved me back as Angelia was hauled away. She didn’t speak. She didn’t fight, and she didn’t answer me when I called for her.
They didn’t take anyone else, and they didn’t give me food. Everyone else was given a few pieces of bread and meat, but no one ate or spoke.
“Ungrateful bitches,” one of the guards cursed, grabbing one of the girls. “Eat!”
He shoved the meat into her mouth. She gagged and threw up in his face. The guards laughed at him before he threw her to the ground and kicked her away from him. She didn’t even yelp as she rolled across the ground.
She didn’t move and he sneered down at her, “Another one?”
He grabbed her by her hair and dragged her out, and I never saw her again.
Angelia? Please answer me.
She didn’t answer and I began to fear that she had been kicked or slapped too hard and had been dragged off to her death.
They’d brought meager rations three times before Angelia returned. Her clothing was more ragged, hanging off her. Her eyes were dull and tear streaks marked her face.
and the guards hooted and jeered as they
Angelia, please answer
didn’t stir and
jaw trembled and I closed
was going to
him if it was the last thing I did. He’d never hurt her like
pay for
the guards
you’ve got a chance to apologize
gaze and I said nothing. I wasn’t
away. My legs were so weak. My stomach cramped with hunger,
in his chair like he always was, naked
ready to apologize to your Uncle
was going to regret what he’d done to Angelia. I walked across the room and kneeled. He
starvation turns even the wildest ones
aside and pushed down the disgust as the guards laughed nearby. His cock was soft, hiding in his pubic hair. While he enjoyed forcing himself on us, he didn’t have much of a
it didn’t matter. I grabbed it firmly, squeezing and stroking until he started moaning, tilting his head back with a
“That’s a good girl.”
my hand and a
trembling. “Show me how sorry you are.
swallowed nausea and focused. I thought of Angelia being dumped in a corner of the dungeon and how Armilla didn’t even sob anymore, just curled up and closed
mouth and lowered my
and moaned above as my
down straight
I didn’t relax my jaw, taking his cock with me. A guard grabbed me and dragged me back as I chewed the hard, bloody
dripped down to the floor. I spat out the blood and rolled away, dodging the guard that
open and more guards stormed in. One of them struck me across the face before hauling me up. I struggled, hoping to get free and do a
solitary cell and shackled
werewolf came in, one I didn’t recognize.
he stepped inside. “We’ll see
other guards left before another guard brought in a basin of hot coals and a black chest. They
my voice steady as I spat more blood from
picking up a metal rod and shoving
a fuck what he’s done. As far as I’m concerned female wolves aren’t good for much but breeding and cooking,” he pulled it out, eyeing the
of the hot rod against my skin. I tried not to scream, but the pain was too much. Then, he swung it. His face flushed and his breath heavy as I cried out