Hybrid Aria 1-4

Reika POV

I woke to a dirty rag being stuffed in my mouth, the force of it being shoved in my mouth waking me. My arms are killing from the position I hung in. I gag on the rag. It was doused in wolfsbane, my tongue felt like it was being eaten by acid and I could feel my taste buds burning off. I could taste my own blood and feel my tongue sizzling as I screamed around the rag in pure agony. The room smelt heavily of wolfsbane, the air thick with its strong scent it was like I was inhaling it with each breath.

Ryker is watching me with demonic black eyes. His eyes will forever haunt me, the way he looked at me with pure hatred made my blood run cold and my stomach to drop somewhere dark and cold, gone was my mate as I now stared at the feared Lycan king. I could not understand what I did to deserve such punishment, such torture and at his hands.

I feel for my wolf, she weakly lifts her head, a horrid whimper leaving her and echoing through my head making goosebumps rise on my skin, I could barely feel her, like she was fading away from me. “We need to shift 46, we need to get out of these chains” I tell her.NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

She whimpers trying to move closer to the forefront of my mind before collapsing. I could feel I was losing her as she became the weakest I had ever felt her. Forced to focus back on my surroundings when Ryker started dousing my entire body in wolfsbane. He didn’t even flinch as it got on his skin, eating it away. While I tried to scream and beg him to stop, the rag prevented me from making an understandable response, my begging falling on death ears. My screams gurgled as I choked on my blood, feeling the rag burning and sticking to the roof of my mouth while my entire body felt like it was on fire, every cell a burning inferno.

“I warned you, I told you what would happen if you tried to hurt my family” he growls at me. I shake my head weakly, trying to ask what I did, who I hurt. I don’t remember hurting anyone. I only remember attacking Tim. He was going to kill his brothers. Was I not supposed to save them, I couldn’t live knowing I caused their deaths because I abandoned them.

“Please” I beg but the words made no sense as I tried to speak them just a gurgle noise coming out.

Ryker walks off going to the corner of the room. I try to see what he is doing? Turning my swollen face to the side, I feel my stomach drop when he returns with a pair of nips in his hand. His lips pressed in a hardline as he turned them in his hands, he was going to torture me.

“46 please you need to come back, you need to help me” I beg and cry for my wolf. I can’t feel her anymore, like she just disappeared. I was on my own, completely and utterly alone with the monster I call mate.

Ryker kneels next to me and I jerk away, swinging from the chains when he grabs my foot in his vice like grip. I close my eyes, tears pouring down my cheeks when I feel the cold metal press on my little toe before feeling intense pressure and the click as the nips cut it off…

The scream that left my lips when he cut it off couldn’t even be muffled by the rag and I choked on my scream. The air leaves my lungs becoming lodged in my throat at the searing pain. I thrash but it is no use as one by one, he cut each one off. My throat hoarse from screaming, my face burnt with my tears. I could feel every wound oozing out my blood.

When he is done, he gets up showing me before placing my toes in a jar on the table. I throw up, choking on the vomit and I am forced to swallow it down. Feel it burning my lungs as I inhale some.

Ryker then gets up and walks out of the room pulling the cell door closed behind him. I try to see my foot, but all I see is my blood dripping on the floor, feeling my broken arm dripping my blood on my face. I am surprised it held together while I thrashed.

I lose consciousness again. Coming too for the next round and this continues every few hours, forcing wolfsbane down my throat and ignoring my pleas as he stuffs the rag back down my throat. Nothing I do or say stops his torment, stops the pain he inflicts on me, I pray for death pray that he just kills me, just the sight of him alone each time he comes into the cell makes my heart thud harshly against my ribs while I pray it stops beating, stops beating forcing me to live with the horrors of what he has done. He was a monster, I now understood why everyone feared him, I now understood completely. He was a monster, I was his mate and he didn’t feel a thing toward me, no mercy just pain. All I have known is pain. I wished for my wolf to help me, or even just to hear her voice and let me know I wasn’t alone in this vessel of broken flesh.

But all I got was silence making me wonder how she endured the pain for years for me, not having me near, the silence from her was deafening and I didn’t understand how she remained Sane for years of torture. I though being in darkness was maddening, no I was wrong it was being alone that was the worst torture of all, left to nothing but your senses and feeling completely helpless.