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ˣ‿ˣ Chapter Seven ˣ‿ˣ

I wake up feeling tired — ironically —and feeling like a wreck.

I would say it feels like a normal morning, but this one is different. I feel like I have been beaten, patched, beaten again, put in a river so I hit the rocks on the bottom, drank the river water, had the current carry me to I do not know where, taken out and beaten again. My chest hurts, I barely feel my limbs, my throat is dry, but my lungs full. I try to move my hands to rub my eyelids but I cannot.

I try again and this time I hear the iron clanking. I manage to open my eyes and look up to see my arms chained to the ceiling chains. The chains are the ones I have seen before, when sir had someone tortured down gere and I had to clean the blood. This wakes me up fully.

I pull at the chains, trying to tear them since I know most of them are old. This one obviously are not. Maybe he had them all changed and I did not even know it. I start trashing and pulling at them in hope they break, but I only hurt my wrists.

"Calm down, boy!"

A guy yells as he pushes the door open, making them hit the wall and make a sound so loud my ears hurt. I close my eyes, the light from the hallway bothering my eyes after being in the darkness. The guy closes the door and I look at him, blinking.

Of course, it's the asshole George.

That much I can see with the help of some light from the small windows. Some light is going around the door.

"I never thought you would do that, Louis. I thought you were smarter than that." He says as he comes closer, his eyes looking over me. He grimaces as he sees my bruised wrists but other than that, his face is neutral. I expected some kind of better reaction.

"Well, I thought I'll do it sooner." I manage to smirk, ignoring the pain.

George smiles before there is a pain on my cheek. My head turns to the side, followed by my upper body, chains clanking. He grabs my hips and turns me towards him. One hand is left there and the other is punching me in my stomach. "This hurts me more than you," he whispers in my ear.

"Doubt it," I say, spitting blood.

He beats me again, stopping after some time. "Your father and I agreed to give you a second chance if you apologize to everyone and go hunt with us, this time actually killing the werewolves."

"I have no father," I say and spit blood and saliva on his face. He closes his eyes, taking a fabric of his jacket to wipe it off. We stare at each other before he hits me again, this time so hard I think I willl...

I faint.