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“Why the hell are you late?!” was the first question that my father asked me, he didn’t even bother to ask me why my bruises increased in number or why my eyes were suddenly reddish or why my nose were puffy and red, no, he only asked me why I was late, I could feel the love.

He then landed his eyes just below my head, he glared at the hickeys that were left by Mason, and I try to hide the hickeys by using my hair.

“What have you done now slut?” he asked as his anger doubled, his words coated with pure disgust and he didn’t even try and hide the repugnance and displeasure that is written on his face.

I lowered my head, being called as a slut by your father had hurt my heart and mind, he didn’t even bother to ask for my explanation, he just assumed that I went whoring around.

I wanted to correct him and accuse Mason but who was I for him to believe? Apparently he would believe the lies Mason would probably tell him.

“I said what have you done?!” he yelled as he yanked my hand as he dragged me into a dark room and I didn’t bother to look up, but basing from the familiar grey walls that were covered with moss and the disgusting smell of the room I knew that I was in a familiar room that used to be my bedroom for some times.

We are in the cell, a place where rogues and some wolves are being placed for their misbehavior and apparently they think I am misbehaving all the time.

When I tried to eat breakfast when I wasn’t allowed to, or when I talked back at them, and going out of the pack house without their permission, such little things that came with severe punishments.

He threw me into my cell and removed the hair that was hiding the hickeys; I know that he could see the multiple hickeys that are etched on my skin, his eyes blazed with anger as he yelled again,

“Have you been sleeping around during class hours?!” how dare he ask that! I wasn’t going to stoop that low, and he clearly knows that I was virgin and didn’t he even smelled Mason’s scent all over my body? Or are his senses working that poorly?

He pinned me against the wall, which may I add has been happening to me a lot lately, as he wrapped his arm around his daughter’s throat, cutting off my air supply.

“Who was it?” he asked. I couldn’t answer him.

I was running out of breath as my lungs contracted as it lack air, my face feels hot like it was about to blow up in any moment, thankfully he loosened his grip around my neck, allowing air to enter my lungs, I inhaled the air desperately, not caring about the foul stench that I am smelling.

“I said, who was it?!” he yelled again as he tightened his grip once more, with a croaky voice I answered him,

“M-as-on” as tears start to form at the corner of my eyes before they drop down, he let go of my neck and it seemed that he was mind-linking someone and I know that he was calling Mason.

Minutes later, Mason emerged from the cell with a smirk on his face as he walked closer to where we are.

“Mason, did you do this to her?” my father asked him with a calm and collected voice, while when he would ask me a question he would either say it in a yell or in a harsh tone. I really can feel the fatherly love, father. He gestured his hands on my neck that has hickeys, hickeys that were imprinted by Mason himself. Mason feigned innocence and stupidly my father believed him like the idiot he is.

“I am sorry Alpha, but it was not my doing, you know that I would not stoop this low, especially if it involves Scar face” he said as he shook his head, my father nodded his head in agreement and that made me frown, your father should tell you that you are beautiful, worthy and their everything, but I guess that will not happen to poor me.

After a few pauses, Mason threw a wicked grin at me before he turned his focus on my father as he masked his face with a solemn expression.

“Although…. I did saw her with a guy, tongue tied down just a few moments ago and she was practically throwing herself at the guy even though the guy didn’t want her. I tried to pull her back which explains how my scent is all over her, but she pushed me away, I am sorry, I tried Alpha, maybe that is why she was late” that cunning bastard! He made the story looks like it was real and I would have believed him but I knew better.

I widened my eyes before I looked at my father who now looked at me with his cold, dark eyes.

“I never did any of those things father! Please believe me father!” I plead with him to believe me but all I got was a stinging sensation on my cheeks and realization dawned on me, my father slapped me on the face. Tears flowed to my cheeks as I held my cheeks that were slapped.

It was sad how your own father would believe someone else instead of his own daughter.

“Firstly, I am not your father! I would never want a hideous, pathetic and useless wolf such as you! I would rather die than call you my daughter. Secondly, never talk back when you are not granted with permission to do so! Thirdly, Mason would not dare and lie to me! Do you hear me?!” I cannot believe my father, I try and be kind and patient to him, hoping that he would love me back, but here he is telling me again that I am not his daughter.

I only nodded as I let the tears fall, he never believes whatever I say, he would not care that I was sexually assaulted; no father should act like this.

“You know Alpha, she has already broken too many rules, don’t you think? I think we should teach her a lesson” Mason asks as he smugly grinned at me while I lower my head and look at the cemented ground.

“You are right, chain her up and do not feed her for a week and after that you may do anything to her, torture her, punish her, I don’t care as long as you put her to her place, do you understand this Mason?”

“Yes Alpha” Mason nodded and my father turned on his back at me and began to walk but stopped as he glanced back and spoke,

“Oh and Mason? Do not show any mercy” and with that he walked away leaving Mason and I alone, I looked at Mason who was grinning at me and I so wanted to rip that stupid look on his face.

“Let the fun begin” he said as his grin widened before he grabbed both of my hands and chained them to the wall as well as my feet.

“I’ll see you in a week Scar face” he then leaned forward and kissed my forehead. I only glared at him and he laughed before he excited the cell. I could only hold back the sobs that are in my throat as my heart squeezed painfully.

So many times have this happened to me, so many times have I shed tears for my father who wouldn't show me affection. I could only endure as I hang my head, a single tear escaping from my eye as I closed my eyes.

After a week, the cell door opened as it made a creaky sound, I looked up feeling all my energy drained to see Mason, the week already ended, a week without food, a week that I have been rotting in this cell, without feeling the sunlight hitting my body.

Mason came closer to me as he lifted his hand revealing a set of keys, he unchained my chains and I fell to the fall.

I try to stand up but I fell down due to shaky legs, Mason let out a frustrated groan as he helped me to stand up on my feet. He picked me up in a harsh manner as he walked us out of the cell, I just wanted to sleep, my body is drained of energy and I am too tired to do anything.

He walked us in a room full of equipment used for torture like the spiked whip, knives with blades twisted in different directions, wolfs bane and other torturous devices. My eyes widen at the sight as Mason placed me in a rectangular table as I laid on my stomach as Mason strapped my arms and feet tightly with the leather straps at each end of the table.

My heart spiked in fear as I pulled on the straps, pleading with Mason to let gonof me with my eyes but he ignored it.

He went to grab the spiked whip and played with it as he twirled it around the room as if it was a play toy.

“I am going to tell you this, it will not going to hurt, but then again, I am a great liar” he said in his malicious voice as he backed away and positioned himself and whipped me with the whip. I screamed like I have never screamed before, my throat had hurt as I screamed as Mason continuously whipped me, tears and blood flowed as Mason mercilessly continued.

The claws of the whip clawed my skin as he repeatedly whipped and whipped me over and over again until he was satisfied with what he had done.

He then placed the whip back to its place, I could see the ripped out pieces of my skin on the spikes of the whip, blood now coated the spikes like it was been painted. I was so close to passing out, my eyes are droopy, my back hurt like hell, like it was been clawed out by an alligator then was poured with alcohol, the numbing pain was excruciating that I was surprised that I didn’t go unconscious.

Mason unstrapped my legs and arms, and without notice he jerked my body upright and I immediately screamed as the burning pain on my back increased, my screams where heard throughout the whole room.

“Shut the fuck up!” Mason said angrily as he placed a dirty cloth inside my mouth that made my screams muffled, he then took a knife and played with the tip of it, and then he played with my skin as if it was wood ready to be carved out.

I screamed and screamed as he drew the knife on my skin. After that, I pretty much passed out.