"What are you..."
The memory he spoke of began replaying in my mind. A memory I had long forgotten since it had felt irrelevant. The boy he spoke of had a pair of mismatched eyes just like...these two. "That was a long time ago. How can you hold a grudge for all this time?"

"Why?" Alpha scoffed facing me.
He puffed and blew the smoke on my face before using my arm to extinguish the cigarette.
I moaned from the burning pain, missing his actions. When I finally lifted my head, he was undressing. "Wha-what are you d-doing?"

He laughed, ignoring me, and continued unbuttoning his white shirt.
"Stop!" I cried. "I swear I'll scream if you dare touch-"

"Hush! He's just showing you the beauty marks left behind by mommy dearest," the man holding me whispered in my ear. "Besides, no one can hear a thing from this house. You know why? Because you're the only one living on this floor."

"What?" My voice was faint, unconsciously expressing the fear beginning to occupy my chest.
'I'm along with two men who sound like they loathe me with everything they own. Even if I scream, no one might hear me. Even if I die, no one will find out. Is this how it all ends?'

The piece of cloth was tossed on the floor next to the cigarette... I slowly let my eyes climb the man I once depended on till they reached his pale back that was decorated with scar lines that seemed to be from lashes. He had been whipped. Not once or thrice, no. The scars overlapped like someone had used his back to practice how to whip. I could count at least fifteen scars.

He turned around and there were more scars on his broad chest and his ripped abdomen.
"Do you like them?" Alpha asked, coming closer. "Look at what your dear mommy did to me, to us. All because King-" he eyed the person behind me, "-turned down a nine-year-old little girl.
Alpha halted in front of me and cupped my face in both of his hands. "Aren't they pretty? Do you want to touch them?"

"N...no. I don't want to touch any of you so please let me-"

"You keep saying the wrong things!" He yelled squeezing my face as if I was a doll. "You're supposed to empathize with us. Tell us that you're sorry and that you didn't mean for this to happen. But then again...you are your mother's daughter; a heartless bitch who thinks everyone and everything is theirs to claim."

The murderous glint in his eyes was terrifying. Felt like I was staring at Stephano's death version.
"I'm...sorry."

"Hahaha! This bitch!" He withdrew his hands and slapped the life out of my cheek.
My head fell forward, tears stinging the back of my eyes.
This slap was more painful than King's. It hurt so badly. My cheek was left with a prickling sensation from beneath it, yet I couldn't massage or scratch it since my hands were held behind me.
'When will this nightmare end?'

"Eyes on me, Luna." My hair was grabbed and pulled up without any mercy or concern for my scalp. "These tears make you look even more beautiful, did you know that?" He leaned his face closer to mine and shamelessly licked my left eye.
I flinched disgusted.
And maybe it showed on my face because he frowned when he looked at me. "I'm not a monster Luna. Your dear mother made us this way. If you glare at me like that with those eyes again, I'll gouge them out and feed them to you. Am I clear?"