Forbidden

Chapter 2: Alone in a cell

WARNING!

This chapter contains scenes of physical and sexual assault. Please continue ahead to the next

chapter if such settings may upset you or cause you to be uncomfortable.

You have been warned!

Damon POV:

I walked out of the cell and down the hall. Her screams and cries flooded my ears as I took each step. I

tensed up, clenching my fists at my side, trying to fight the urge to turn around and run back to her,

capturing her in my arms. Instead, I decided against it, causing my wolf to growl at me in response to

my actions and choices.

I reached my office finally, opening the door and entering, motioning for Luca to enter and close the

door behind him. I sat in my chair and faced Luca. “The execution is off. She is to remain in that cell

until I’ve decided what to do with her, is that clear?” I stated firmly.

He raised a brow. “Yes, Alpha. But why is the execution off? What if she is a hunter? What if there are

others with her? She could be a great threat to us and should be dealt with as soon as possible.” He

stated.

I sat up straight in my chair, glaring at him. “Amelia is a mere human and poses no threat to us. She is

not to be harmed in any way; do I make myself clear?” I said in a deep Alpha tone.

He squinted his eyes at me, unsure of my decisions, but nodded in agreement, knowing he couldn’t go

against me or fight me.

I leaned back in my chair, breathing heavily and gripping my hair in frustration. I growled loudly and

threw everything from my desk. That beautiful human is my fucking mate! My wolf was pacing circles in

my head, howling to be with her. As much as I wanted to be with her, too, we couldn’t. Humans and

wolves don’t mate together, ever! It was one of our most precious and abided by laws.

What the fuck am I going to do with her now? My wolf would die if I killed her, and he would never allow

me to let her go, and I didn’t want to either. I’m screwed!

Amelia POV:

I had woken up hours later, after crying myself to sleep on the cold, hard floor. My wrists throbbed from

the chains, my body ached from laying on the floor, and my head was pounding. I had hoped to wake

up and realize that this was all just a horrible, horrible nightmare. But, to my dismay, I was still chained

up in this cold and smelly cell. It was a nightmare, but not the one I had hoped to be.

I looked around for something, anything to help me break free of these chains. I could see what looked

like an old rusty nail; that would work! I reached out for it, but my chains restricted me. I removed my

boots and stretched my body out as far as possible, trying to reach the nail with my foot. I was so close;

my big toe was almost able to get it. I stretched out just a bit more, groaning from the pain; just as my

toes touched the nail, I heard the thumping of boots nearing my cell. I quickly sat back up and fixed

myself, making it appear as if I was doing nothing.

A man approached my cell. He wasn’t as tall as the others or as muscular. He had bright orange hair,

dull green eyes, and scars on his face. He smiled at me, revealing his chipped and discoloured teeth.

His eyes locked with mine. “Well, well, what do we have here.” He licked his lips.

I scrunched my face up in distaste.

He grinned deviously. “You look delicious enough to eat.”

I just sat there, staring daggers at him and remaining silent.

His hands clasped around the metal bars of the cell, and he brought his face closer. “Ever been with

the big bad wolf, gorgeous?”

I didn’t reply but found his words to be an exciting choice and strange.

“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue? Or should I say wolf?” He laughed at his joke. What does he

mean by a wolf?

He sniffed the air around him, and his eyes widened.

“Oh, you’re a human.” He smiled wickedly. Why did he refer to me as a human? He is human, too,

right?

He pulled a key from his pocket, unlocked the door, and entered the cell, closing the door behind him. I

backed myself into the wall even more; the look on his face had me fearing for my life now.

He slowly stalked towards me, with a menacing grin plastered across his face. “Don’t worry, darling; I’ll

be gentle.” Gentle? What was he going to do?

“Get out, now.” I boomed, trying to remain calm.

He reached for his belt and began to unbuckle it. My eyes widened in horror as I realized what was

about to happen. I was frozen in my spot for a beat, shock and horror consuming my mind and body.

He smirked. “I promise you’ll enjoy this or not, but I definitely will.”

He grabbed ahold of my hair, forcing me onto my knees. I clawed at his hands, attempting to get him to

release me, but he just laughed at my efforts. Next, he tore my shirt from my body, leaving me in my

bra. The grotesque man then bent down and kissed me roughly. I took this opportunity and bit down on

his lip, hard. He stumbled back and growled as he wiped a small amount of blood from his lip.

He slapped me hard, causing me to fall face-first onto the floor. “You bitch! You’re going to pay for that.”

He snarled at me.

He unbuckled my pants and flipped me over onto my stomach, he began to pull down my pants, and I

fought with him to keep them up.

“No, please don’t do this. I’m begging you.” I pleaded, tears now pouring down my face.

He gripped my pants tightly and, in one swift movement, ripped them from my skin, leaving me in my

underwear now. I felt sick to my stomach at the thought of what was to come next. I was shaking

uncontrollably; this can’t be happening! Please, someone, save me!

I felt his hands roam up my thighs and clutch both sides of my underwear. Then, just as he was about

to pull them down, a loud, dangerous growl flooded the air within the cell, and someone then tore the

man from me. I lay there, unable to move, as shock and fear consumed my body. I wanted to see who

had saved me, but I couldn’t bring myself to move or to look.

Growls and snarls echoed throughout the room. I heard blood-curdling screams coming from someone

as wetness splashed my body. I whimpered and flinched with each horrific scream. I covered my ears

with my hands, but that did little to drown out the disturbing sounds. Finally, however, the cries had

ceased just as quickly, and the room fell silent. I slowly began to pick myself up off the floor, but large

hands gripped my arms and carefully lifted me up and onto my shaky feet. I cringed in terror and tried

to pull away, but the person was too strong.

“Stop! You’re going to hurt yourself.” A deep yet soft male's voice rang in my ears.

I peeked around my shoulder to get a glimpse of who the voice belonged to, and it was the same man

from earlier that had come to my cell, the man who made my mouth water with sexual desire. However,

he was also the same man that had put his hands on me and hurt me. I instinctively covered myself

and shielded my body from him, not wanting the man to see me like this. Even though I had done

nothing wrong, I felt ashamed and disgusted with myself.

His hold became soft yet firm. “I am not going to hurt you, ok?” He said in a soothing tone, and as

much as I didn’t want to, I believed he was being honest. He turned me around to face him and

inspected my body. I looked up at him, noticing that regret and sympathy were masking his features.

His hand came up and caressed my face, where the other man had slapped me. His upper lip twitched,

and he released a slight growl. Wait! The other man, where did he go? I glanced around the room,

looking for him. I peered around the man’s large frame and noticed the other man’s body, lying lifeless,

in a pool of blood. My eyes widened in horror as fear's icy grip took hold of me. I looked up at the man

still gripping my arm; his neutral face expressed no emotions. I wiggled in his grasp and tried to back

away from him, but his grip tightened on me.

“Stop, now! I assure you; he is still alive, just badly injured. I do not condone that behaviour. It is strictly

forbidden, and he deserved what he got.” He said through gritted teeth.

I stilled for a moment and glanced back at the man lying on the floor. I focused on his chest and noticed

faint, ragged breaths slipping from him, and I was relieved, oddly enough. However, I did agree with

him; the piece of shit deserved what he got. As I glanced down at the floor, I noticed my shredded

clothing and then at my near-naked body.

Noticing my actions, he glanced around at the shredded clothing, then removed his shirt and placed it

around me.

“I imagine you are feeling exposed and uncomfortable; you may wear this for the time being.” He was

sweet and kind.

“Thank you,” I said with a smile.

He released my arms and walked over to the cell door, swinging it open, before glancing back at me.

“Follow me.” He said in a commanding tone.

I was hesitant to follow this god-like man, as he instilled fear within me as I’ve never experienced

before. But there was something about him, something I trusted.

He noticed that I hadn’t moved and raised an eyebrow. “Would you prefer to stay here?” He

questioned.

My eyes locked with his “No!” I quickly replied. Remaining in this cell was the last thing I wanted to do.

His eyes narrowed in on me. “Then, let’s go.” His tone sounded clipped with annoyance.

I reluctantly followed him out of the cell; he closed the cell door and locked it behind us, then gestured

with his hand for me to walk. As we walked through the hallway, I peered into the other cells, the walls

were stained in blood, and there was fur everywhere? What had they been keeping down here, wild

animals? The smell around me made my stomach churn. I tried to keep my eyes ahead of me and

focus on something else, but that was a difficult task.

We ascended a set of concrete stairs until we reached a large metal door. I stood in front of the door,

eyeing it curiously, wondering if someone would let us out.

“Excuse me.” The man said casually, and I flinched slightly, not expecting him to say anything.

I looked back at him. “Sorry?” I asked, a little confused.

He sighed. “I need to unlock the door.” He nodded towards the door that I was blocking.

I looked back to the door, only now noticing the lock. I turned back around and moved away from the

door. “Oh, sorry,” I said quietly, feeling foolish.

He walked past me, brushing his body against mine and causing tingles to explode within my body

from the contact. He unlocked the door, opened it, and motioned for me to walk through with his hand.

The man then closed the door behind us and locked it again. We were outside, and the first thing that

crossed my mind was to run as far and as fast as possible. I stared off into the trees, seriously

considering bolting, when, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that he was now facing me, with a

stern look plastered on his face.

He stepped closer to me and towered over me. “Don’t even think about it. I would catch you before you

even reached the tree lines and.” He bent down, so he was at eye level with me. “Believe me; you don’t

want that.” He grinned. This man was the definition of intimidating.

I shrunk into myself a bit as my eyes darted between him and my escape. Would he be able to catch

me? I ran track throughout high school and did well at it. I’ve always remained active, but this man was

built and strong. What would he do to me if he caught me?

The sun was shining brightly, illuminating his perfectly sculpted abs, highlighting every inch of him.

Thoughts of him ravishing me entered my mind. Him between my legs, kissing every inch of my body. I

shook my head and quickly cleared those thoughts. Knowing now wasn’t the right time to escape, I

gave up and admitted defeat, at least for now.

He nodded his head at me and gestured towards the sizeable stony house that stood behind me. The

place was a mansion, hiding from the world; how had no one ever discovered this place before, or did

they and hadn’t lived to tell anyone about it?

He came up behind me, placing his hand on the small of my back, causing me to flinch and my body to

freeze from the sudden and unexpected interaction. He pushed me forward, up the steps, and through

the front door. I didn’t get the chance to look around at anything, as we were moving too quickly.

However, I did see a few people staring at us with perplexed facial expressions.

He guided me up a set of stairs and led me down the hallway until we reached a large white door near

the end of the corridor.

He pulled a key from his pocket, unlocked the door, and pushed it open, only to reveal a massive

bedroom that someone had beautifully decorated. I wasn’t expecting him to bring me somewhere like

this. I honestly thought he would take me to another run-down cell, but instead, he brought me to a

more comfortable dungeon.

He pushed me inside the room. “You will stay in here for now. My room is next door, so if you try

anything, I will know.” He said in a harsh tone.

I swallowed hard. “I won’t.” I lied. “Thank you,” I said with a smile.

He stared at me intensely for a moment, then walked out, closing and locking the door behind him. I

walked over to the plush bed and collapsed, allowing the tears to escape finally.