Chapter Nine: IS THIS A STORM??
"Am I awake or am I asleep? Am I unconscious?" Estella mumbled to herself.
She stretched her hands forward, yet she couldn't see her hands.
Estella let out a maniacal laugh. "So, Estella Carter, daughter of the beta of Blood Depth pack, this is what you have come to? You don't even know the difference between being awake and otherwise."
Estella felt a deep pain in her heart. Yet, she didn't want to admit it to herself. She just decided to cover it up with a laugh, though there was no one else there to hear.
What she reckoned was two days ago, she had almost become free of her torture. The stranger had almost saved her. Thinking she was finally safe, she had allowed herself to finally fall unconscious. Only to wake up and see herself in this dark place.
She had neither eaten, nor drank anything since she got here. She didn't even know what day it was. She could only guess that this place was the deepest dungeon of Alpha Loki's palace.
She had been here on occasions with her father to lock up some hardened traitors of the pack. Never in her life would she have imagined she herself would one day be a prisoner of the dungeon.
Estella broke into a maniacal laugh again. But soon, she discovered it did nothing to ease her pain and she sighed.
Just then, she heard footsteps. She sucked in a breath.
"Have they come to kill me finally?" She whispered to herself. Ever since she was locked up in this dark and dank place, she has developed a habit of talking to herself.
"I will need some light." Estella heard a familiar voice say. "I can't endure all this darkness."
"I wonder how she does it?" Estella heard a simpering voice ask.
"She's an animal of course! What I really wonder is how she endures daylight." The familiar voice spat out viciously. One could hear the deep hate and disgust in her voice.
Despite her condition, Estella felt her lips curl up in satisfaction. Even if Dexter was to kill her, she would forever have the satisfaction that no progeny of his would ever walk the earth. She had taken care of that the day he tried to rape her.
It was no wonder he would hate her so much.
"Finally!" Estella whispered when daylight flooded into the dungeon through a very tiny floodlight on the roof of the dungeon.
The daylight hurt her eyes, so he closed them tightly. However, when she heard the lock snap open, her eyes snapped open.
Dexter stood at the door, a wicked grin on his face and a savage light in his eyes. Involuntarily, Estella shuddered. She felt the weight of the hate weighing down on her, even all the way from the dungeon gates.
"Hey there, you almost escaped, did you know that?" Dexter said, the grin still on his face.
Dexter walked into the dungeon, and Estella noticed he was leaning heavily on his right leg. It seemed his left leg was broken.
"Admiring what you brought on me?" Dexter said, noticing Estella's gaze on his legs.
"You want to know who did it?" Dexter limped further into the dungeon till he was only a few feet from Estella.
His face was feral now, glaring at her with so much hate she recoiled. She felt goosebumps rise on her skin. She had the distinct feeling she was not looking at a sane person. She was looking at someone whom hate had twisted.
"No…I don't." Estella mumbled.
Dexter threw back his head and let out a loud laughter. He laughed for such a long time that Estella thought he might have finally lost all of his mind.
But then, he stared at her, and Estella was scared to see he knew just what he was doing. He was trying to scare her. And he damn near succeeded.
The memory of how she had resisted them in the other dungeon before the stranger came floated into her mind, and Estella resolved never to let Dexter scare her.
"Right. Keep your face like that. I want that stoic expression right there when I finally set about what I really came here for," Dexter mocked.
He limped forward some more till he was inches away from her. Dexter's leg was now directly before Estella's face.
She started at the twisted ankles. She could stop herself. Thinking about all the pain he had caused her enraged her. Before she really knew what she was doing, she had pushed the legs.
Dexter screamed in pain. Before Estella could savor her satisfaction, he hit her across the face so hard her neck almost twisted.
"So… your accomplice couldn't accomplish it and you want to finish it for him?" Dexter roared, clutching his left leg.
"Who's my accomplice?" Estella asked, her curiosity overshadowing her pain. She could guess Dexter was talking about the man that had barged in. She had been curios about him ever since she woke up. She wanted to know why he bothered to have her in the first place, then leave her to even more suffering.
"Don't pretend you don't know Brian, the lycan king of Winter Reigns pack!" Dexter snarled. "Not when you both planned to render me useless. First, you snapped my manhood. Then, he snapped my leg."
Dexter was speaking so furiously spit flew from his mouth. He bent low, so his fave was directly in front of Estalla's.
"And soon, I will snap your neck!" Dexter completed savagely. The wicked grin was back. And Estella could tell he meant every word of it.
But strangely, she felt no fear. She wanted to end it all. She even wished Dexter would get mad enough to kill her right then.
She reached for his legs again, hoping to infuriate him once more. But then, the image of her mother, whispering words of love even as she died, flashed across her mind.
Estella pulled back her hand. She has not avenged her parents yet.
"Do so then!" she said instead, looking Dexter straight in the eyes. He laughed again.
"I will, baby. But not yet. You remember what you denied me the night yin broke my manhood?"
Estella's eyes widened. She could guess what he wanted to say next.
"I will take it back many folds, with or without a member to help me. I will defile you with my fingers till even the devil wouldn't want you when I finally send you to hell." Dexter spat out.
Estella's breathing quickened. "Not again." she groaned mentally.
Dexter stood up and yelled for someone. A guard ran in, chains trailing from his hands. Dexter collected the chains from him.
Estella instantly began trashing around. But only her hands were free, and Dexter stayed way out of the reach of her hands.
"Brian won't come save you now." Dexter mocked as he unrolled the chain. "You want to know why?"
He punched Estella across the face. "Because you got yourself a weak coward as an ally. But can I blame you? Birds of a feather after all."
"He could have escaped with you that day. Hell, I was crippled, and all the guards were knocked out. It would have been so easy for him."
Dexter paused talking as he chained Estalla's hands to the wall.
"But then, I reminded him that he risked war with Blood Depth pack if he breaks you out. And he ran with his tail between his legs! Like my fingers are between your legs now."
Dexter plunged his hand into Estella's hole, laughing maniacally once more. The guard that brought the chains watched on in delight.
When Estella woke again, Dexter was gone. And there was a grating soreness in between her legs.
For the first time in her life, Estella considered killing herself. She looked around for what could help her achieve her new dream.