Physical Abuse will happen throughout this whole chapter! Warning now! This one may be a hard one to swallow.

Felicity's POV.

I walk through the door of my house and the minute I do, I hear this sound that can only be described as complete and utter fury.

Within seconds I am on the floor, I slightly lift myself up off the floor, "How dare you Licy! Embarrass me they way you did in front of the whole pack! You will pay for that embarrassment!" I'm then spat on, I look up to find him standing above me, his face is livid. As I look anywhere but at him I notice we are not alone and some of the men that were here before are present to watch my humiliation. These disgusting rogues are watching this, with a sick gleam in their eye.

I notice the difference between these men though, they aren't the ones that were drawn to me by my looks. Each of their eyes have a malevolent gleam in their eye. They want to watch and enjoy the pain of my torture.

I feel a painful impact to my head that feels like a bottled foot hit my face and I fall to the ground where no part of my body isn't touching the surface below me. I feel my feet being grabbed and I'm being dragged to the basement. As we get there I glance around to see we are in a large but bare room, I've never been here before, the only things I see are chairs carelessly placed in a semicircle. I watch as the group of men surround me and begin to rip my clothes off.

I can barely see what is around me, if I've counted correctly I think there is about eight men, including him. They leave me on the floor naked, and each moves away from me except for the one who has been my tormentor for the last sixteen years.

I remember how it all started, waking up at age six by fists flying at you, never knowing what was happening. I was never able to escape, I would always cry out but after a few weeks I realized no one was coming to save me. He is my capture and I his eternal punching bag, I know I have never done anything to deserve this but for as long as I can remember this has been my life. No one knows a thing and no one ever will. I can not even remember my life before the beatings started and each year they progressed.

I see him take his shirt off, he's panting as if he's ready for a fight. Pacing and jumping around in an aggrieved movement. I see him move for something behind his back and as he brings his hand forward I see a flash of light glint off a blade. I can tell by the look on his face this is no ordinary blade, it's huge, much like a hunting knife.

He swiftly jumps at me and I feel a burning pain as the blade slides across my skin. It's silver, I don't want to die tonight. "You feel that? This blade is silver and each time it cuts through your skin it will infect your blood stream and possibly kill you with time. If it doesn't then you will be in excruciating pain." He continues to slice at my skin and occasionally jab it into me with just the tip entering, marking all of my body. These won't heal the way they did before. With enough silver in my blood stream from all the cuts they will stay like this permanently. My continous screams bounce off the walls, I feel tears fall from my eyes at a never ending pace.

"Grab her and bring me the whip." I see two men come forward and drag me to a hidden hole in the ground that is covered by a small piece of metal. As one of them lifts the metal piece, I see that underneath there is a large, thick ring and attached to it are silver cuffs. I lie on the ground as they careful place them around my wrists. I hear an occasional hiss from them as the silver cuffs burn them.

"Get on your hands and knees like the dog you are." I hold back my slight growl of rebel at the insulting term. My wolf Ana, weakly stirs inside of me wanting to get out and kill him for that rude remark. 'No Ana, go away, I don't want you to feel all the pain. I can handle this. You don't deserve it, I do.' I hear her whine in response, 'No you don't Felicity, you are my human and I am your wolf. We are one and we are in this together. I will not allow you to do this on your own.' I smile inwardly. Ana really is the best, she is my best friend. 'I love you, you know that? Okay, let's do this together.' I feel her bark in response.

I hear the crack before I feel the pain, I scream in agony as the whip slides through my skin and blood gushes from my wound. I almost wish back for the previous time I was whipped. It was painful but not as painful as it is now with silver woven through the whips coils. The pain comes again and again, and again. Each lash placed somewhere different on my body. But only in the places where no one will really see it, I will have to use a lot more makeup then I do now. There goes half my wardrobe down the drain.

I feel lashes as they're placed along, my back, my breasts, my butt, my belly. Those are not the worst though, the one that is the most excruciating is the couple where the tip of the whip hits against my most tender parts. My cries and screams never stop, my ears are ringing as all I'm able to hear is laughter.

After I've counted a hundred lashes I finally hear the whip fall on the ground and his rough stride as he comes up behind me. "You are an embarrassment to me. These lashes are to remind you of each time you mistook my kindness for anything else. They will remind you of the disgusting excuse you are for a werewolf. You should be ashamed of yourself. Don't even think anyone will ever want you, especially your mate. You probably don't even have one. I can do whatever I want to you now that Warren doesn't want you" his putrid breathe washes over me skin, as I listen to the words he speaks in his dark tone.

I can hardly feel my legs anymore, although there was a time when I just wanted to collapse, I knew I couldn't. If I did my pain and lashes would have been doubled. I can feel myself being flipped on my back, I'm too tired to scream in pain. I can barely see the two men that drag me out and up the two stories to my room as the other five follow after. Once we're in my room they all surrounded my bed and I'm layed flat on my front.

Each man, while laughing with insanity digs their fingers into my back over and over again. My body and I can't take it anymore and I pass out as if I were dead to the world. The last thing I hear is Ana whimpering in my head calling out to our mate, as if he can hear us.

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Hello my lovelies, I know this one may be a difficult one to swallow but I felt I had to. Now that Warren has chosen his mate there is nothing holding him back now and I had to portray that. Don't worry there won't be a descriptive one for a while. So you can rest on that.

I hope you stick with the book! By the end of it everything will be different!! I have plans for it. Just stick with it!

-Viorra