Okay everyone. You all wanted an update so here is your update warning. There is more abuse in this chapter!

Felicity's POV.

I tried to extend my time with Lana and Warren for as long as possible but soon enough he took her to his room, as she walks out of the living room we were currently occupying Warren walked up to me and whispered saying we would talk in the morning as it was now very late at night, then he left the room following after Lana. Almost everyone in the pack house was asleep except for some late night stragglers so I grabbed my things and headed home, he had left long before me and was hopefully already asleep but part of me knew better, he will be waiting up for me.

I drove home in my car and as I walked to the front door I slowly opened it trying not to make a sound. Nothing happened as I walked through the door and headed to my room, again I opened the door as quietly as possible. I was in the middle of getting undressed for bed when my bedroom door was slammed open and he stood there looking at my furiously. "Oh good youre already undressed, its as if you subconsciously were preparing for my plan." I screamed and ran to the bathroom, hoping I could lock myself inside but just as I got to the door I felt myself being slammed from behind with such force that I collide into the door and my shoulder hits it in such a way that it dislocates. My tears are flowing freely and I know this time will be the worst out of all of them.

He spins me around and grabs onto my dislocated shoulder and once again drags me out of the room, I already know where he's taking me so I don't even fight him this time. My fate has been sealed, no one can save me and I don't think anyone ever will. I am destined to never escape him and am to be his punching bag forever, until I heave my last breathe. He pulls me into the Red Room and lays me out on a wooden table he keeps in this room. I feel it slightly move underneath me in a sea-saw motion as he straps every one of my limbs down to the table. I have no idea what's going to happen, he's never used this table in our previous 'sessions' before. I see him move to the sink in the corner of the room, I've always wondered why it was in here. What? Does he have it so he can clean all his torture tools after he uses them on me? I guess I'm about to find out.

I watch him lift a huge bucket of water out of the skin, a cloth in his hand as he walks over to me. I look at him in question as he puts them down and ducks under the table. I hear him unlatch something, now I feel the table really tip and I feel myself being tipped backwards with my feet up in the air. Before I realize it I'm locked in place with the cloth over my face and he's pouring the ice cold water over my face making it impossible for me to breathe. He just keeps pouring the water as I drown, gasping for breath but each time I attempt to, I choke down water as it keeps pouring down on me. Finally he stops the flow of water and I'm lifted up into an almost standing position, the cloth gone and I spew the water out of my lungs to get any breath of air I can.

I try to look at him through my water drowned eyes, I think all the blood vessels in my eyes have popped from the lack of oxygen to my brain making it even harder to see. I can only partially see what looks like a sinister smile on his face. I feel a blow hit my ribs again and again, hitting every solid part of my body with his fists over and over again. I feel hits my my legs, arm chest; after a little while it stops and he moves to the sink to fill the bucket, on his return he puts me back down, places the cloth and does the same things all over again. This time he drowns me for a little longer so that I'm just on the brink of passing out. As he stops, I gasps for breathe air harsher and my throat is so raw it makes it even more difficult to breathe.

He begins to throw punches at me again and this time I feel a rib crack and it punctures my left lung making each drawing of breath painful that I can each my lungs weezer in effort. I whimper in pain, knowing that my next drowning will be worse, as I will lose breath much faster. Wind whimpers inside my head, she attempts to mend us as best she can but as the rib is partially inside my lung it makes it difficult for her to do anything more than seal the skin closely around the bone to not let the water flow into the rest of our body or blood into my lungs, drowning me even more. She tried to heal the lung over the jagged edge of the rib but the bone was too sharp and kept cutting the freshly made stab wound again. All she could do was hold it closed around the bone for as long as possible.

I was tipped back and was forcefully drowned again, the ice cold water was taking affect on my body, the inside of my lungs began to freeze from the fridged water and I started to shiver uncontrollably making it difficult for Wind to hold the wound closed. I began to drown not only on water but now my blood, I could feel my left lung close to collapsing.

He looked at me with such a look of evil I had to break eye contact with him. He shouldn't be doing this to me, he is someone who is meant to watch over me, protect me but is doing the very thing that destroys me. I feel multiple punches to my ribs again but this time his blows have risen to my face and blood pools into my eyes as the skin at my rigt eyebrow rips open. He does one last punch to my ribs and the already torn lung up is punctured deeper and for good measure he does one more and I hear a crack from the right side of my ribs and the lung on that side is punctured also. I gasp for breathe as long as I can but as another bucket of water is forced over my face with the cloth suffocating me further, my eyes finally close and I don't open them again as consciousness leave me.

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Here's another hard chapter. This one I felt really bad for her, drowning without early drowning I think is the worst form of torture ever. But I hope you like it! Lol weird thing to say I know haha

Happy Easter, my lovelies! Enjoy this chapter! Since this is technically last week's chapter I'll try and write another one this week.

-Viorra