The Revenge

The sun was high in the sky. Not a single cloud could be seen and the rays beamed down on me. I felt the skin on my arms and shoulders hot, nearly to the point of burning. Beads of sweat ran down my forehead and my back. My lips were dry, flaky and my tongue stack to my upper jaw every time I moved my tongue. It felt like a desert in my mouth. Being enslaved, getting food and water once a day was normal. One would think I would be used to it, being a slave to the werewolves for over ten years. It never got easier.

If life wouldn’t be so tough, I would appreciate the scenery. It was beautiful here with lush green hills and forest that was filled with wildlife. The birds sang high in the trees and the wind blew past me but it did next to nothing to cool me down.

When I was seven my parents died. We were moving around from town to town since I can remember. No one was ever safe since werewolves and vampires made an appearance about twenty plus years ago. My mother often used to talk about life when she was a child. How peaceful and beautiful life used to be without the creatures. Everyone was happy, everyone was free and I only dreamed of the life and happy childhood both my parents experienced the older I got.

One day, out of nowhere everything came crashing down. Werewolves and vampires attacked us, they planned it for decades and we weren’t ready for it. They got us by surprise. Since that day they first appeared, it took a year for all the governments to fall. One by one they crashed like dominoes. After that, there were no more individual countries, only continents. We tried to fight them, but we had no chance. Werewolves and vampires possessed more strength and speed. They were superior to us, humans in every way and took advantage of it. They killed off our armies, there was no one to protect us anymore.

Naturally, humans that were once on top of the food chain were now on the bottom. We were hunted or killed. To the werewolfs, we were just toys and slaves, to the vampires we were blood bags and pets. Even animals were treated better than us. Or at least they were left alone.

Like every day, I worked in the field. Wiping the sweat off of my forehead, I heard a high pitched scream and cries along with grunts not far from me. I stopped the digging, whipped my head towards the noise and saw a large werewolf beating a girl with a whip.

This was a daily occurrence. The girl couldn't be any older than thirteen. The other slaves didn’t react to it one bit, as if nothing was happening and I shouldn’t either if I didn't want to get beaten.

Everyone knew what would happen if someone tried to put a stop to it. Normally I wouldn't do anything and mind my own business. Life was hard as it was. But for some reason, I felt like I needed to do something, this made me angry.

The werewolf was tall and intimidating, muscles were covering every inch of his body. She was small and skinny and whatever she did, she didn't deserve a whip. She was only a child at the end of the day.

Quickly looking around I found a stone on the ground. When I picked it up, I threw it at the werewolf hitting him in the back.

He turned around, his glowing yellow eyes found mine defiant stare. His eyes narrowed at me, his face flushed with pure anger. When I saw his furious face and pure hate flashing in his eyes, fear washed over me and my sudden bravery disappeared.

He came over to me and I took a step back involuntary. The shovel I held dropped to the ground with a loud thud.

His fist collided with my face and I flew across the crops as if I weighed nothing. Once I hit the ground he came at me again, kicking me in the stomach. The air left my body and I struggled to take a breath with the pain radiating from my abdomen.

“Next time you do this, I’ll kill you” he spat at me angrily.

Then he turned around and left. I laid on the ground curled up and holding my stomach as sharp pain radiated from there. My breathing was shallow, as shallow as possible because the pain was unbearable. My jaw throbbed with pain and I was surprised my teeth were still intact when I felt them with my tongue.

When I finally got on my knees, I peeked at the teenager. She was just getting up off the ground, blood oozing from her wounds across her legs and back. She met my eyes and the corners of her mouth lifted a little bit as if saying thank you.

We weren’t allowed to speak to each other or make any noise.

The rest of the day was thankfully without any incidents. Once the sun started setting, a whistle echoed throughout the field. It was a sign that our ‘shift’ was finished and it was time to go back to our slave quarters.

I let out a sigh, feeling grateful the day was finished. The tiredness and pain after the beating made every move agonising. I couldn't wait to get into my bed and let my muscles to relax.

Once we were all in, they have given us a piece of bread, cheese and water. We never got a cooked meal, only the bare minimum to keep us going. After that, we were allowed to have a shower.

Well, I wouldn’t call it a shower. More like buckets of cold water that you have to pour over yourself. In this heat, it felt nice. However in the winter when the temperature would drop to below zero it was a different story.

Once I got into the bed I saw the teenager walking into the communal bathroom. I scanned the large room to check if the werewolves were around. It was clear, so I got up and went into the bathroom too.

When I entered she stood in front of the sink washing her face. I walked over to her.

”You’re new here. I haven’t seen you here before” I whispered to her.

“Thank you for what you did. He would probably kill me,” she whispered back.

”You should be more careful. Don’t draw any unnecessary attention to yourself, if you don’t wanna get more beating.” I said and smiled at her. Then I turned around and went back to my bed.

As I was finally falling asleep I felt someone poke my shoulder quite roughly. My eyes shot open. A she-wolf stood next to my bed, starting at me. Her nose scrunched, her lips scowled in annoyance. She just looked at me and left. I knew she wanted me to follow her, so I did. She left the communal room into the hallway.

“Alpha wants to see you. Now.” She growled at me, then she started walking away.

I was still standing there, frozen to the spot. My wide eyes watched the she-wolf's retreating silhouette while I wondered if it’s because of what happened today.

God help me...I'll be dead by morning.

Alpha Torben was cruel. Any slave that was summoned to ‘talk’ to him never came back. He hated humans. He saw us as dirt on the bottom of his shoes. Who am I kidding, any werewolf hated humans but the Alpha was the next level. With any little excuse, he would kill with a smile on his face. He hated us with passion.

He ruled over Europe, having other smaller packs under him that were scattered across the continent. He was sort of like royalty. Other Alphas were ruling over North and South America, Africa, Asia and Australia.

Werewolves were the superiors. Even vampires kept themselves away from the werewolves. I personally never even saw a vampire, me being a slave and never leaving this hell.

Enjoy your last few minutes on Earth. At least I get to escape this hell.

When the female werewolf glanced at me from across the hall, she stopped. I was still at the same spot lost in my thoughts.

When I looked at her, her eyes flashed yellow. She was angry. That managed to pull me out of my thoughts.

I began running towards her, the noise of my bare feet flapping against the wooden floor echoed throughout the silence. I didn't want to make her angry any more than she already was. Once I caught up with her she began walking again and I walked behind her quietly.

Once we entered the huge packhouse, my eyes went wide, my fear momentarily exchanged with awe. It was beautiful. In all my years being a slave in this place, I never visited this building. I never saw anything as luxurious and beautiful as this place. It was light and sleek with sharp edges. She led me up the stairs. We went through the hall and stopped in front of a white french door. Fear washed over me once again when I realised this was the room where my life would end.

She knocked on the door and then opened them. With a wave of her hand, she urged me to walk in. I looked at her and gulped. Then I mustered all the bravery I could at that moment and walked in.

Alpha Torben sat at his magnificent table doing paperwork. When I walked in, he tore away his eyes from the paperwork and landed on me. A slight smile appeared on his face. He put down his pen and stood up.

After a few steps into the office and heard the click of the door closing behind me. I quickly glanced behind me, the female was nowhere to be found. Not that she would help me but I hoped she would stay not wanting to be alone with the Alpha.

Glancing hesitantly back at the Alpha, he was good looking, tall with blue eyes and light brown hair, cut short. A short beard adorned his face. Tattoos were peaking out of his shirt, on his arms and neck. Through his shirt, I could see the muscles that were bulging under it. Authority and confidence radiated off of him and I fought the urge not to cower in front of him.

At that moment I had no idea whether I was allowed to even look at him. As soon as I met his eyes, I quickly averted mine.

He walked over to me, his eyes watching me, roaming over my small skinny body like I was his prey. I only wore a pyjama, well, the oversized t-shirt I found under my bed from another slave that used the bed before me. The end of the t-shirt hit mid of my thighs.

When I noticed his wandering gaze at my body, even more fear flooded me. I put my arms around myself protectively to hide from his gaze. Not that it helped.

He stopped a few steps in front of me, amusement flashed in his face from my little act. The corners of his lips raised slightly. I moved my gaze to the floor not wanting to see his mocking face.

“You will do” his deep cold baritone voice penetrated my ears.

What?

My eyes snapped to him “You’re not going to kill me?” relief washed over me but that was quickly gone when I saw his eyes. The hair on the back of my neck stood up. The mixture of hate and lust was all I saw in his sky blue eyes.

He scoffed ”No yet...first I'll fuck you until I'm bored of you. Then I'll kill you" sinister smile appeared on his face.

I was terrified, this was worse than death. Death would be a better fate than be his toy he can use anytime he likes.

With that, he took a step forward and I found myself taking a step back. Every time he took a step forward I took a step back until I couldn’t move anywhere. My back was glued to the door.

I couldn’t escape, my eyes looked desperately for an escape. My heartbeat was erratic in my chest and at some point, I thought it would stop beating.

He put both of his hands on the door, on each side of my head and leaned closer to me. My eyes immediately snapped to him. I couldn't help the whimper escaping my lips and began to shake. He lowered his face until he stopped just in between my ear and the base of my neck then deeply inhaled my scent.

”hmm...I will enjoy this.” he lifted his head and bored his blue eyes into mine. Panic filled my body, I tried to escape, to push him so I could open the door and run but he was like a mountain. He didn’t even budge.

I didn't care anymore. I would rather die than have him rape me whenever he liked. He took a step back and when I thought I could escape I felt sharp pain across my cheek and nearly fell to the floor. Anger took over me as I held my throbbing cheek and I spit in his face. I wasn’t even thinking at this point.

His eyes began to glow golden yellow. Wiping his face, his deadly glare bored into my face and with his large hands on my shoulders he banged me against the wall so hard the air left my lungs. I felt a sharp pain in the back of my head as I struggled to take a breath and began seeing black spots. A second later blackness engulfed me and I felt myself colliding with the floor.

Before I even opened my eyes, I felt a sharp pain and fullness in my lower regions. Low groans entered my ears as he trusted in and out of me roughly.

My eyes shot open, tears already rolling down my face onto his desk. He held my hips painfully tight. I laid on my front with my bum over the edge of his desk.

He noticed my consciousness ”fuck, you're so tight”. His voice was husky.

He leaned over kissing the back of my neck and inhaled my scent. "You're driving me crazy" he whispered into my ear as I prayed for it to be over, I couldn't help the soft whimpers escaping my lips.

***

8 days later

"Luna wants to see you" stated the werewolf standing across from me.

I glanced in his direction, my eyebrows furrowed, confusion washing over me. Putting the shovel down I walked towards him, my eyes watching the ground. He turned and led me to the packhouse.

I couldn't help but wonder why she wanted to see me. She never even looked in my direction. What did she want? I knew nothing good would come out of it.

As we entered the big luxurious packhouse he led me down the stairs. It was dark and the smell of mould hit me in the face. I gulped and began to fidget with the hem of my worn out t-shirt. My breaths became shallow as panic started taking over me. He led me deeper and deeper into the darkness until he opened the door.

We entered, the room had a small window across the door, letting in a little bit of light. Luna stood there in the corner. Her head snapped to me and I could sense the pure hatred that radiated from her in waves towards me. Her eyes glowed yellow and her posture was tense. Her pregnant belly protruded out and illuminated by the scarce light from the window. I immediately moved my eyes to the ground not wanting to stare too long and get myself into more trouble than I already was. The werewolf locked the door behind me and I slightly jumped at the loud noise.

"You little slut" I heard her voice full of disgust and I whipped my head towards her "I'll show you what happens when you try to seduce Torben"

My eyes widened I knew what she's going to do to me. "No please" I pleaded "he took me, I didn't do anything"

She moved towards me so quickly I didn't register her movement until her hand landed around my neck and she squeezed, her long nails cut into my flesh. More panic and terror flooded me. The more she squeezed, the less air I could breathe.

I didn't even know where I got the strength but I began to claw at her arms drawing blood. She hissed and let go of me, taking a few steps back. My knees collided to the stony ground as I clutched my neck trying to catch my breath.

Unexpectedly, I felt steering pain in my midsection, the air was kicked out of my lungs once again and black dots appeared in my vision until I lost consciousness.

4 weeks later

Tonight was the night I was going to be free. Either free or dead, still better than Alpha's toy and Luna's punching bag. A party was held in honour of Alpha's son being born a few days earlier. That baby was the future Alpha of this pack and he was going to become the ruler of Europe. It was big deal and a huge party. Every Alpha and their Luna in the continent was attending.

After my first rape, I was shaken and petrified. He raped me every other day. Every night I prayed he wouldn't call for me. I shook uncontrollably every time I was in his presence. My life became hell, even more, when his Luna found out about me. There were a few times when she had me beaten so much I was out of it for a day or two. I was constantly covered in bruises and cuts. They never had time to heal.

After working in the field all day we were rushed to go back into the slave quarters. We had food, a shower and then a bed.

After hours of waiting, pretending to be asleep, darkness filled the room. Only the faint light of the moon illuminated my surroundings. I quietly walked over to the window and looked out. I saw the packhouse, the party was in full swing. I heard faint music and laughter coming from there.

I tiptoed to the other window next to the door and saw a werewolf sitting in front of the door. His head was pointing down and he was slouched.

Was he asleep?

Without a sound I walked over to my bed, putting on my pants, hoodie over my pyjama and my old ripped shoes. Then I headed to the door.

While opening the door as quietly as possible, I prayed I wouldn’t get caught. When the door open and the werewolf in front of the door didn’t move I glanced back to make sure no one watched me, then walked out. I scanned around making sure there were no other werewolves around apart from the sleeping one next to me. I began running cautiously, keeping in the shadows making sure no one saw me.

Once I got to the high metal fence several minutes later I began to climb. When I was over the fence I ran towards the forest. It was dark and eerie but nothing compared to how scared I was of Alpha Torben.

I ran for hours never stopping, my lungs burned along with my muscles. I needed to get away as far as possible. Once they would find out I escaped they would be after me. With their sense of smell, they would pick up my scent easily. Getting as far as possible was my only chance.

A few hours later, I stepped into the mud. Thinking it could mask my scent, I caked it on every centimetre of my body. Then went back on my way.

I ran for a few days only stopping for water and when I came across eatable berries. Thanks to my parents I remembered which ones were good to eat.

I allowed myself a few hours of sleep in the trees. Now when I said sleep I meant half-sleep. I was afraid if I let myself slip into a deep sleep I would fell down the tree. Not knowing how to protect myself and without any weapons, I didn’t want to risk anything.

On the fourth day, the noise of someone's voice woke me up. I had my back leaning against the core of the tree, my legs hanged down on both sides of the thick branch. It was fairly high but not high enough to not see what was happening on the ground. There was a group of four men sitting under the tree. I didn’t make a sound and lifted my legs out of their view.

They didn’t look like werewolves. Seeing werewolves every day, I could easily recognise them. These guys under the tree were humans.

Would they kill me of they caught me?

Not knowing how they would treat a stranger I decided to wait was my best option until they were gone. Then I would be on my way.

When they were out of sight I got myself ready to climb down the tree. All of sudden one of the thinner branches cracked under my weight and I fell. Colliding with the ground, the air was knocked out of my lungs. I started seeing black dots but tried to get off the ground when I heard footsteps and voices.

Shit...I'm dead.