chapter 27

He walks into the bathroom and says, “Wow Sabrina, I love this whole listening thing. I could get

used to it.”

As he opens the shower curtain he gives me permission to speak and I tell him, “I want my wolf

back.”

He laughs and says, “Sabrina you're in no shape to give me demands.”

I respond to him that, “A werewolf without a wolf is a terrible thing. You shouldn't be able to take

what is mine from me. My wolf is a part of me and I want her back.”

He grabs me by my hair and puts the front of my body against the shower wall. His grip is so tight

in my hair I can't move my head. With his other hand he is touching my entire body, rubbing my

ass, and spanking me telling me I am going to pay for the way I just spoke to him. He thrusts hard

inside me as I moan out not knowing if it's from pleasure or just my body reacting. He goes harder

and faster. He put his hand around my throat and I can't breathe. I desperately try to get him to let

me breath, but he won't release me. I black out from lack of oxygen.

When I wake up I know it's not going to be good. I can't move my hands. They're tied to the

headboard of the bed, and my legs are spread open and also tied down. I'm naked, but there's no

point in fear for the fact that this pain is like second nature now. The alpha walks over to me, and he

has a whip. He whips me in the stomach. I cry out, and he hits me again this time harder telling me

that he didn't say I was allowed to speak. “My sweet Sabrina, why can't you follow my orders? You

always try to defy me he says.” I don't respond. My eyes are shut as tears are flowing out of them

and I'm trying to think of a happier place than where I am. As he’s getting on top of me he leans

down to my ear and whispers, “Let the fun begin Sabrina.”

I want to scream out to him to get off me and that the sight of him makes me sick, but I can't move.

The consequences are already getting bad, and I don't want to make it worse than what it has to be

right now. I feel pain from him thrusting inside me harder and harder. I don't understand why he

enjoys hurting me so much. Resisting him and crying out I believe is what drives him to want me

even more. I try not to make it out like it bothers me or I care thinking maybe he will stop if I am not

getting anything out of what he is doing to me. When he finishes he gets ready to go again. After

hours of him fucking me non-stop he starts to untie my wrists and ankles. He tells me that I make

him feel so good and that I need to get up, get showered, and get cleaned up for dinner.

As I get up off the bed my legs hurt and my pussy feels like he fucked it raw. It hurts to walk. As I

get to the bathroom I look into the mirror, and all the makeup that Tonya put on me is gone. All the

bruises peek through and I just looked broken. I turn the shower on and I let the water warm up.

Then I get into the shower, and I let the hot water pour over my bruised body. My body is relaxing

as the water pours over it. It feels so good. As tears flow down my face I start to wash my body and

my hair not wanting to get out of the shower trying to hide from this life of misery. I hear the Alpha

yell, “Sabrina, hurry up and get out if the shower and get dressed! We need to go down for dinner!

You have 5 minutes!”

As I get out of the shower I notice that he already has the clothes he wants me to wear picked out.

They're neatly folded on the bathroom sink. I dry off and brush my hair and teeth and get dressed.

It's a beautiful dress. Black with lace and absolutely no cleavage with black high heels that I will

probably fall in. I'm excited to go to dinner knowing the best part about it will be I get to see my

best friend Tonya. Even now she's really not who I knew growing up as a kid. Now she is submitted

to this kind of life. As I walk out of the bathroom the Alpha sees me and says, “Sabrina, you look

beautiful. Let's go to dinner.” I nod and follow him out of the bedroom door.