Chapter 190: Every Second of Torture

Reader Warning: This Chapter contains disturbing themes including non-consensual sexual acts and character abuse. Your discretion is advised. Readers who do not wish to read should skip to the next Chapter!

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Beatrice finally understood a little of what Della felt when she had been tied on that sacrificial altar, naked in front of hundreds of laughing, mocking, hungry eyes.

Only this time, it wasn’t a hundred eyes.

It was one. One from a nasty, creepy, disgusting and hungry Alpha.

Conan had decided this would be her punishment, after all, she was now property of his pack. He had her chained to the bed, wrists locked tightly above her head and her legs fixed and spread wide.

Every piece of clothing she had on had been torn apart by his bare hands, and every part of her bled and shrank under his grey eyes.

Beatrice didn’t know how many times she’d almost puked. The uncomfortable feeling had flooded up her chest and every time, it would pause halfway and go back down.

She could believe this was happening to her.

Lady Beatrice Barrett of IronRidge, Alpha Augustus’s daughter — helpless, tied up, stripped of all her dignity and pride, and watching as the damn man lowered himself to her face and started to kiss her like he hasn’t eaten for days.

She bit his lips several times, but that only seemed to turn him on even more.

Along with a dirty slap that always made her eyes roll.

His hands on her skin were like spiders crawling on her skin, and tears stung the back of her eyes, especially when his hands went between her legs and made her want to take off her skin and run away.

He invaded every inch of her with his hands. He forced himself into her over and over again, and he laughed while he did it.

Her body stiffened, convulsed, locked itself out, did everything possible to try not to feel it anymore. But the overwhelming pressure couldn’t be ignored at all.

It kept building up till she couldn’t help but scream, her eyes red with horror and humiliation.

But he only muffled her yells with his lips again.

His breath made her puke build again.

Beatrice fought against the chains, tears falling from her eyes uncontrollably. She’d never felt so dehumanised, so humiliated before.

It was the worst moment of her entire life.

She eventually started to cry out everyone’s name. Everyone she could remember.

Evangeline, her mother.

Jaime.

Augustus.

Even Leo.

Even... Della.

Nobody came to save her.

The organ grilled between her legs again, and more tears gushed out of her angry, humiliated eyes. She bit him once again, and her face was slapped hard.

Her cheeks were swollen.

Both of them.

Her head was spinning badly.

But the man still had one hand on her face, grabbing it roughly while his tongue skittered across every flesh in her mouth, and his other hand pulled and pinched an already tortured nipple.

The worst thing about this brutal torture? It lasted all night long.

Once he was satisfied, he would lie atop her till he was active again, and then he would force himself on her again.

And again.

Beatrice had never prayed so hard for Daybreak. Every second felt like eternity, and she had cried all through it.

She’d endured it.

She’d loathed it.

She’d forced her maniacal side to keep her afloat, and it’d somehow worked.

By the time he finally climbed off her, streaks of morning light were spilling into the window. She’d never felt so powerless in her life.

Even as if undid all the chains and freed her wrists, she couldn’t seem to raise a hand at him like she’d promised herself hours ago. Instead, she had simply curled into a pathetic, frightened ball while the man laughed above her.

Then he’d slapped her ass.

She’d shaken even more.

He’d seen her tears.

Her humiliation.

Her begging him to stop as he kept on with it.

It didn’t stop him.

He seemed to enjoy it even more.

That had weakened her terribly.

She was broken.

When the door finally closed, the tears started to roll down her eyes again. She gripped the sheets under her and broke down into them, feeling so goddamn disgusted in her own skin.

He’d...had his way with her.

Alpha Conan had... slept with her.

Her muscles locked together completely, and she burst into more tears that shook her entire world.

He had slept with her, and she was trapped here now.

Was this going to happen every night?

Would he ever let her go?!

FUCK.

FUCK!

She’d actually been...r*ped.

What was supposed to happen to Della...had happened to her!

She’d once laughed at Della tied up there and watched her almost get traumatised by the same man...and fate had decided to twist it on her and make sure the same man had actually succeeded with her instead!

The cries went so deep inside of her.

It wrecked her. It doomed her.

Hours passed, and she remained in that small, helpless position. She could still feel the sting of the chains around her wrists like they were still there.

She could still feel him forcing himself on her, like it was still happening.

And her body would lock once more.

Again and again.

Maids walked into the guarded chamber silently, bringing her breakfast and lunch. They saw her in that position, and each one silently did what they came for and left.

No one bothered to approach her.

Everyone knew what had happened to her.

And they did not pity her.

Some laughed once they had left, glad to see that an Alpha’s daughter wasn’t spared from Conan’s ruthlessness. She should have known what she was stepping into once she agreed to marry his son.

By the time Beatrice finally moved, it was evening and the sun was going down. She stirred softly, a hiccup escaping her tongue as she tried to turn to the other side.

But she was extremely sore.

With a heavy grunt, she turned to the other side of her bed...and froze once again.

The doll was back again.

Seated there, staring at her with those empty eyes.

And there was another message written on its belly.

Your plan failed.

You got fucked by Conan.

You look so pathetic lying there.

"NO!!" Beatrice growled in both fury and fright and quickly rolled to the other end of the bed, but she ended up falling off the edge, "Get away from me! Get away from me!! Get away from me!!!"

The guards stationed outside her room could hear her. None of them moved.