Helen

"Let's go" I said as the guards stand up, preparing to leave, I haven't even eaten yet, I guess I'll just leave my egg and salad for lunch or maybe even for dinner.

I sighed, "Where are we going?" a stupid question slipped through my mouth, of course it's in the lower part of the castle, where prisoners are held and a room for torture is located.

"Room 23" one of the men answered, my guess is right, it's the bottom room. I just smiled bitterly, it's ironic how the number 23 reminds me of something, something very important.

It's a long walk to get there and my thought is full of Logan, how can he do this to me? I know deep down, I have no right to protest because he is right, I trespassed. What I'm hurt is, why? Why can't he feel the mate bond? The sparks? The love...

He doesn't know how I longed for him, how I wanted to be with him, how much I want to take care of him. I just went here I guess he didn't even find me, he's happy with his Queen, why should he find someone like me?

He's happy Helen, he is, that's what matters right? You saw how much he smiled in is wedding day but why did he still cheated? Why did he let something happen to us?

We reached the lower part of the castle and entered a room, a big one. There are chains, the one who is used to tie werewolves, for sure it is made of silver.

They throw me in a small room inside, giving me a white satin dress that is backless, I changed into it, wanting to end the pain instantly. I put my clothes in the bag I found in the room. I went out.

One in a red suit eyed me lustfully then shifted to the paper he has.

"59 whips" was all he said before he take one last look at my body, the two guards held my arms, I just let them without fighting for my freedom, hang in there Sierra, I murmured. They chained me, my arms felt burning as the silver cuffs collided with my skin, I kept silent, not wanting them to have the satisfaction they want.

One of them, who wears a blue uniform let out a smirk, "Be sure to scream, I like to see how the infamous Helen cry and beg for help" I glared at him as he picks the one he will use to put into my back.

Infamous is not the right term mind you.

The sound of the whip landing on my back echoed, bloods starts flowing at the count of 43, 16 more to go. I can feel my wolf's tiredness, same with what I'm feeling, my vision is getting blurry, I resisted to close my eyes, silver whips is not a small thing, it can even cause you death.

 I chuckled as the continuous hit landed on my back.

"You still had the strength to laugh eh?" one of them said as he lift my chin, "Such beauty, no wonder many fought to have you" he continued and slapped my face, hard.

Gay, I thought. He motioned to continue, 5 more to go.

Still, no scream came out from me, just blood over flowing at my back, I also started to throw up some blood but a smirk is plastered in my face as the last whip hit my back.

I can't see clearly but I can feel that they are removing the handcuffs, they started moving around, frantic of something, it's none of my thought, I landed, face first as soon as the cuffs had been removed, I guess I'll stay here and rest for a while.

I was about to drift from sleep when I heard the voice said, "The King is coming here!"