Chapter 59
Chapter 59
Colt’s POV.
“Colt, they got in a car. We are not going to be able to
find them or track them.”
Dash says.
I grab him by the neck. “I
have to find her!
“I am not the enemy here.” Dash says taking my hands away from him.
“He most likely took her to his pack.” Garret says. “I have men going down the route to his pack.”
“F**k!” I grab a chair and
smash it on a table over and
over until there is nothing left of the chair but pieces of
wood.
“The alpha is asking for you
all.” The doctor walks in.
We all look at each other and
then immediately follow
him to Warrick’s room.
Yes, he survived it, at least he
was still breathing when we
all woke up.
“How is he?”
“He is alive for now, but you must be prepared, the knife
nipped at his heart. He is bleeding internally and is not healing fast enough
because it was a silver knife
that was used. Even so, if that was just it, then there would be a possibility that he could recover but the real problem is the wolfbane poison that is coursing through his blood right now. The knife was coated in it. There is a high probability that he will not make it past the night.”
“And if he does?”
“Well, crucial organs do not
go back to being completely
normal. Flesh wounds and
bones heal to be as if they
were new. But not internal organs. They heal but they are never the same after a
traumatic wound. As for the
wolfbane, it is in his
bloodstream but this also
means it is everywhere in his b*dy. His insides are being affected by this. We are going to do a blood
transfusion and this will help
but I don’t have high
expectations.”
So the bastard might not
survive the night? Now when we need him, just great.
When we walk into the
room. Warrick is lying on his bed propped up with pillows and covered halfway with a
white blanket. His chest has
gauze wrapped around him that is starting to turn red. Lotus and Poppy sit on each side of the bed tending to
him with concern
expressions written all over
their faces.
Warrick lazily opens his eyes and looks at us. He is having a hard time with ragged breathing.
“You must keep the pack
safe.” He talks to Victor.
“Until my daughter comes
back. Find her…she is…my legacy.” He lifts his hand up
to take Victor’s. “Promise me
you will find her.” Victor
takes his hand and nods. “I’ll
find her.” Warrick nods, his
eyes move from Victor to
Garret. “You two are
exceptional, my sons. I have
never shown it, but I have
always been proud of you
both.”
He now looks at me.
“You…may mark my
daughter. I undo what I did.
When you find her, if you
both wish to make it official,
then do it.”
I am surprised.
He closes his eyes and falls asleep.
“He needs his rest. The next
few hours are crucial.”
The doctor urges us out of
the room.
“Victor! What are you going to do now!?” I ask taking a
walk next to him.
He seems a bit flustered after
what Warrick just said to
them. I am sure they had
never heard words like that
come out of their father.
“We–we have four problems. One is getting Cass back.
Two, three, and four…we
have the river packs, Ezra,
and now Oliver to watch out
for.”
He stops and looks out of the window, thinking. “I will
have a team to solely search
for my sister but my main focus will be taking the River packs out in order to get an equal footing here.”
“Let me be in charge of the
search team and let me deal
with Oliver. We are fighting
two fronts now.” I say. “You can focus on the River packs and Ezra.” He looks at me
and gives me a nod. “Very
well. Use whatever we have at
our disposal to find her.”
“I will.” I say turning around
and walking through the hall ready to raise some hell.
And in the process, I’ll kill
the f**ker that took her.
***
Cass’s POV.
My eyes open only to have my vision blurred. My head
feels like it’s about to explode and it feels heavy. When I finally focus, my vision is not the same. I can see straight
in front of me but my
peripheral vision is filled with darkness.
Realization hits me. I sit up
from the dirt where I lie in
the corner of the room. My hands go to my face where immediately I can feel the metal around my eyes.
I blacked out the moment
the first bolt was screwed
into my head.
I look down and am able to
see that now I have a white
ugly dress. It looks more like rags. Then Oliver’s face
comes to mind and I feel
rage.
“Oliveeeer! I’m going to kill you!” I scream.
My first instinct is to pull the
mask from my face but as I do, pain rushes through my
head and it feels like I am
about to rip my skull off.
“Don’t do that. It is bolted to
your skull. And Oliver left
while ago.” Zao’s voice
invades my ears.
“What did you do?!” I
scream.
“A way for you not to use
your pretty eyes on anyone.” He sits a few feet away from
me with a hand mirror
pointed at me. I catch a glimpse of myself. That silver–decorated mask is
plastered on my face and blood stains my temples
where the mask was bolted
1. to.
“Are you crazy! YOU SON
OF A B*TCH!” I scream and
rush him.
When I am about to reach
him, I am stopped and
choked by the chains around
my neck.
“What do I do with you
now?” He gets up and paces around me. “It does not seem
to me like you would submit to me so making you my
whore would be a mistake.”
As he says this, one of his men walks past me arriving to give Zao some papers.
“The whore house is going good as planned.”
“Good, good…”
The man looks at me. “Who
is this, father?”
“A willful young lady, Chen.”
“Hmh…for the whore
house?” Chen asks.
Zao looks at me and shakes
his head. “You are not
whoring material, that much I can tell my dear. Mhm…I think I have a better place for you. You are a fighter…which is perfect.”
As he says this, I cling to my urge to fight my way out. So
when Chen turns from
me–giving me his back–I jump on his back and wrap
the chain that is connected
to me around his neck. I start
squeezing as I stare directly at Zao. “I will kill him!”
“Do it.” He says looking calm.
“You…you don’t care?”
“No.” I am surprised at how
serious he is. I can tell that
he means it.
“Let me go.” I say.
“You are going nowhere.”
He is not bluffing, he will let
me kill this man even if it is
his son. In my moment of
weakness, Chen throws me
over his shoulder and takes
the chains off of his neck. He
pulls the chain and holds me on my knees facing Zao. It is so tight that I almost can’t
breathe.
Zao strides away as if he has made up his mind. “Take her to the barracks. Let her fight for her keep.” He turns to me. “Make me money, and I’ll consider giving you freedom. Oh, and if you manage to take that mask off, it will be bolted right back on
with extra bolts.”
“And what if I shift?” I ask.
“Then you’ll rip your skull
off and if you don’t, like I
said, we’ll bolt it right back
on with extra bolts.”
“You psycho!”
He swats at me as if he is now
bored.
Three more men walk in and
between all of them, they drag me out though I give them a hell of a fight until we are outside and I can now see
better. This place is like a wooden outpost surrounding a small market village. It has wooden walls with spikes
surrounding us and the
tallest building is the one we just came from. The place is muddy and dirty. I can see in the distance big wooden
gates that are kept secured with many guards.
I am led to what seems like a
market. People about,
buying and selling. I realize that it is not as big as I thought it was at first because
we soon arrive at the end where there is a giant pit with wooden cages and spikes surrounding the pit.
The men that drag me,
deviate to the side where
there is a wooden building.
When we go in, there are
stairs that lead down to the
ground.
We follow them and soon
arrive in a place filled with
barred cells but these are
metal. These bars surround
the pit giving you a full view of the space in the middle
where from here I can see
blood.
The man opens one of the cells and pushes me inside. The cell is not empty, there
are three other women in
here and they all wear the
same white rags that I do. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.
Beside us there are cells also
filled with a few more
women and opposite from us, the cells there are filled
with men, many of them.
“Let me out! LET ME OUT!”
I scream and run to the
guards who close the door right in my face. I touch the
bars and they immediately
burn me.
Silver.
I turn back to the women
who are here with me,
holding my hand in pain.
One is indifferent and looks
bored until she looks at my
face and squints her eyes, the
other two look scared.
“What’s the deal with you?” The woman that dares talk is
tall, has dark skin with a
muscular b*dy and her hair is long in a ponytail that has many strands of braids. This
woman looks like a Greek
warrior goddess. Very intimidating.
Giving a few huffs trying to control my anger, I answer
her. “Those f**kers bolted
this shit on my face!” I shout
and look back to where the
guards left. “I am going to
kill them all.” I mutter.
“I’ll help you.” The big woman says. “Kanda…” She says and then points to one of the other women. “That is
Lia and that one…I have no
idea, she doesn’t speak to anyone.” A moment ago she was staring at me but now the unknown girl lies with
her back to us.
“I can only assume that you are not human to have
survived what they did to
you.” Kanda says.
“No.” I shake my head. “Is
anyone here human?”
She nods. “A few. They don’t
stand a chance in the pit
unless they have had training.”
“The pit?”
I am sure she is talking about the obvious pit we are sitting on but I want her to explain
more.
She points to the open area in the middle of the pit. “It is
like an arena where we are
pinned against each other and fight to the death.”
“Are you serious?!”
She nods and I believe her.
“What the hell is this
gladiator shit! We are not part of those primitive times! You savage bastards!” I turn
and scream at the guard who
walks by. He hits the bar of the cells as he walks trying to quiet me down.
“What is this place? Why are we here?”
“We are here for the
amusement of disgusting
men.” Kanda says.
“Is there a way to get out of here? Have you tried?”
“Of course we have tried,
there is no way unless you
die.”
“How long have you been
here?”
“A month or so. Those two
have been here for a week.”
She motions to Lia the
unknown girl.
“And you have all fought out there?”
“Only I have. It is random. Depends on who the crowd
wants to see that day.”
“This is so…wrong.”
“Well‘ too bad there puppet!”
A man says from behind me. A guard. “It’s grub time!”
He starts putting trays with nasty–looking food through the bottom parts of the bars. He gets close to me and
smiles. “Eat up you. You’ll be fightin‘ tomorrow.”
“I what?”
“Ya heard me.” He says.
I look at Kanda. “I can’t
fight!”
“Well, you have no choice. They will most likely pin you against another female
so eat up, rest, and save your
strength.”
I have no choice but to do as
she says. Through all this, the pounding in my head has not stopped. I try to sleep that night but it is impossible. I can’t believe this is what has happened.
All I can think about is Colt.
Colt…where are you?