The Alpha

Chapter 2: 1- Routine Life

I can’t feel anything. My body was numb. My eyes were fixed on a spot on the ceiling, and I blocked out

the grunts of the man on top of me- violating me if that’s what it can even be considered because for

the amount of time he’s done this act of sin, what could he possibly be violating? He’s raped me a

countless amount of times over the past seven years.

I was knocked out of my trance when I heard his belt buckle and he looked back at me. I quickly

averted my eyes, knowing it was disrespectful to look an Alpha in their eyes.

“You’re a good fuck mate, now get dressed,” he yanked me up by my hair, “and get downstair to fix

dinner slut,” He finished by smacking me back down on the bed and leaving my room, the sound of the

door slamming rang in my ears.

I huddled myself in a ball as I squeezed my eyes shut. I despise this place... After a few moments of

battling my emotions, I decided to get dressed and do what was told of me before my actions caught up

with me. I rummaged around for clothing and found some jeans and a long sleeve shirt, it had a few

rips at the ends but it did its job.

Sneaking downstairs has become a habit. I hated having the monster find me because once he did…

I made small steps into the kitchen and started preparing food for the Alpha, Beta, and Gamma. I like to

think of myself as a decent cook, I could whip up decent meals. I was a better baker but I don’t get to

do a lot of that. I started cooking dinner which consisted of steak, corn, and pasta.

They all came into the kitchen together being obnoxiously loud, I flinched in response due to impulse.

They sat at the table and I filled their plates and set them in front of the men, starting with the Alpha

and finishing at the Gamma. I went to walk away until the monster’s voice stopped me.

“Fuck toy! Get your ass over here!” I silently walked back cowering my head down keeping my eyes at

my feet. Apparently, I was walking too slow because the brute thrashed out and grabbed my arm

yanking me forward.

I stumbled and ended up falling on my knees on the side of his seat, keeping my head down, the tears

already started streaming down my face. He moved his grip on my hair and yanked it back so my head

shot up. I quickly averted my eyes.

“Tell me,” his grip got tighter and I whimpered, “what the fuck is this shit?” he belted and he snatched

the plate and slammed it on the ground flying mere millimeters near my face, I flinched and it didn’t go

unnoticed by him.

“I’ll give you something to fucking flinch at bitch,” and he yanked me up and slammed my face in the

Beta’s plate. He tore me away after then pulled me up as he stood, “you fucking useless piece of shit!”

He threw my body to the ground and landed a kick to my stomach. Immediately I curled up. The tears

didn’t stop as he landed kick after kick. He stopped and I stayed curled in a ball, I heard his feet stomp

back to the table, followed by the other chairs scooting back and the men standing up.

I made the mistake of looking up at him because the moment I moved my head I saw the other plates

and food come crumbling down and I rapidly went back into the ball. One plate smacked me on my

head and the other shattered in front of my face, the glass flying up and cutting me as I tightened the

ball I was in. He grabbed my hair and smacked it against the tiled floor one last time before he spoke

again.

“Boys, have your go at the bitch, and then bring her to my room when you’re done.” I was immensely

alarmed. Have your go? They never raped me. Touched me? Yeah. Beat me? Of course. I started

sobbing, not caring now about the noise I make.

He walked away and right as he reached the threshold that separated the kitchen from the living room

he turned and said: “And try not to make her too bruised for me.” He chuckled and I gagged. Too

bruised? Was that even possible? I clenched my eyes shut to try to stop the tears.

They both chuckled as the Beta pushed me onto my back. I didn’t stop crying even when the gamma

told me to ‘shut the fuck up’. The beta pulled out his belt along with the Gamma. The Beta snatched me

up by my hair and started to whip me across my wet cheeks. I cried harder as he forced my hands to

stay down, the Gamma took my hand and placed it on his cock and started to stroke his penis while

holding my hand.

What was he doing? This never happened!

Next thing I knew the Gamma pulled back his belt, as I slumped to the ground, my head spinning from

the blows, the Beta dragged me up from the floor and threw me over his shoulder. I gasped in pain as a

burning sensation flared in my stomach, now the question is, is it my fractured ribs, my knife wounds

from yesterday or the blows that my stomach received mere minutes ago?

The Beta hauled me upstairs and went into the Alpha’s room and threw my battered body on his bed.

They both left, and I brought my hands to my eyes and I started to cry and then the door creaked open

to reveal the sadist himself. He came in his jeans and had that foul look in his eyes. He stalked me like

prey and I sniveled. novelbin

“My dear Violet, you’ve been a very bad girl.” He got to the edge of the bed and every fiber in my body

screamed to get away from him but I knew better. He took off his belt and I moved my eyes there.

It was then I noticed the shiny knife in his pocket. He laid out the belt then took out the knife. I closed

my eyes knowing how this was going to end, me lying bloodied and wishing I was dead.

He had a dark chuckle, “I’m excited for this, this right here is a new knife” He mused as he picked it up

and admired it. He threw his arm up and quickly slammed it down into my flesh. I screamed in agony as

he pierced my stomach. He slid the knife down to my hip bone and then pulled out the knife as I

sobbed and sobbed. Through blurry eyes I saw as he brought the knife covered in my blood to his lips,

he slid it on his tongue and I felt like puking.

“Your insides taste amazing…” he slurred as if he was buzzed from that and I cried harder. “But, your

pussy tastes even better” he stated as he quickly switched the knife to the belt and slapped it down on

my private area between my legs.

I bit back a scream, knowing it would just turn him on even more. His hands went to his pants and he

yanked them down along with his boxer. Once he was done with that, he took a proper hold on his belt

and then whipped it down on my fresh cut, I couldn’t contain my scream. I hollered. My tear came down

like it was a downpour. Heat enfolded my whole abdomen. It was painful. Burning. Excruciating.

He kept slashing the bet on my tender skin as I cried and meekly begged him to stop- and as always

he never stopped. I did a quick glance at my body and saw that my stomach was practically covered in

blood. After some time he stopped his torture, but that was only his warm-up because he tossed the

belt across the room and then yanked my figure closer towards him by grabbing my foot. I continued to

cry as he plowed his way into my body. And the only thing on my mind was the same as every other

time he’s done this.

Why me?