Rejected Luna: Untamed Desire Of The Lycan Alpha novel Chapter 331

Chapter 331: Torment In the Cell

The clank of the boots echoed down the corridor long before the torchlight reached their cell. Scarlet, who was sleeping beside Inez, stiffened. She whipped her head and turned to look at her sister. She knew that these guards were no romantic lovers. They would never pursue, nor would they charm a woman into submission. They only knew one way to make a woman submit. Though submission.

Inez closed her eyes, knowing what was coming for her; she braced herself.

Gilderoy came to a stop in front of their cell, grinning through the bars.

"Time to play," the guard sneered, twirling the keys on his finger.

He placed the key in the lock, which swung open. The metal door creaked and groaned as Gilderoy stepped inside; his lips were hooked up in a sinister smile as he walked over to where Inez was sitting. His rough hand reached out and knotted locks of Inez’s hair before dragging her to the centre of the torture chamber built at the end of the prison. Chains rattled, and Inez winced in pain.

"Let her go!" Scarlet lunged at the guard, her heart burning with pain and concern when she saw the guard degrade her sister in such a manner. But the restraints on her wrists had weakened her considerably. Bringing her to the same level as that of a human. And that was why Gilderoy didn’t fear her. He sneered when he saw her attempt to rescue her sister, finding her cute.

"You are like a tramp; words are wasted on you," he mused, raising his foot and kicking Scarlet in the stomach.

"Scar!" Inez cried out, but her words were cut short when Gilderoy tugged at her hair. Her hands reached out instinctively as she tried to pull her hair away from his fingers, but the man’s grip was like a vice; no matter how hard she struggled, Gilderoy didn’t let go of her. She knew that if they wanted to escape, this was necessary, but the pain that came with the plan was something that Inez could never find welcoming.

He pulled Inez to the torment area and forced her to her knees. Tying her hands with the iron chains, he murmured, "Such fragile little things."

The cold iron dug into Inez’s skin, and she closed her eyes, trying to ease and smooth her breathing. However, her breathing cruddled when the first strike of the whip came lashing across her skin. Fire split her skin, and Inez bit her lower lip to stop herself from screaming. The pain was indescribable, and the familiar burn on her skin told her that the whip had been coated with wolfsbane.

Another strike followed, harder and meaner. All to break her, but Inez held on. She had been used to this kind of pain; she could withstand it with her eyes closed. So that was what she did. Even when panic surged past her heart and clawed at her throat, screams continued to build but were silenced just as they reached her lips.

Her muffled screams of pain echoed in her ears while the prisoners enjoyed the sight of her getting whipped.

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