Fight for Me

Layla’s POV

It’s already been a few days. Three, maybe five. I’m not even sure anymore, it could be more. It’s so dark down here, I can’t tell if it’s day or night.

And with Blake’s regular torture visits, I’m really beginning to second guess everything.

Could Nick really have tried to just use me? He is a difficult man to read, after all. But when he does actually open his mouth, he’s very straight forward. I thought I could trust that side of him. Does he even really want me? Or is it just another wolf thing, that he can’t get himself to let go of the ‘mate bond’? After all, all he ever does is just hold my hand. And Nick is a man that goes after what he wants. He has said as much. And I don’t think I’m one of them.

And if not, why hasn’t he come to find me yet? Uuuggh. I just feel ridiculous for ever having found comfort in the idea of relying on him to save me from here, -from Blake.

Maybe Blake was right, if Nick could feel my pain through the mark, maybe he was just waiting for it to fully heal and fade. Which it has. My pain is my own now, again.

And Blake? Oh, Blake. I don’t know what has happened to him. I’ve never known this side of him. But the way he’d desperately beg me for his forgiveness every time he saw me crying from his abuse, has me convinced he’s broken. And I think it’s because of me. Maybe that’s why he’s doing all this to me, -to punish me. And maybe I deserve it.

I can’t come to hate him. And just considering hurting him makes me feel like I’m drowning in guilt. He’s a good person who has already lost a lot. And he lost even more because of me. He still feels betrayed. And if I look at things from his perspective, I guess I kind of did lie to him about me, even if it was by omission.

And even though he hurts me with a smile on his face, he still holds me afterwards and apologizes, -telling me he’s not doing it because he wants to, but to help me. He even lets Melissa treat my wounds afterwards.

I know he doesn’t put much thought to the wounds he inflicts on me, because he’s convinced that I can heal myself. And even though I tried telling him I can’t, he doesn’t believe me, and hits me some more for lying to him. Which I kind of am. Maybe I should just tell him the truth, -about everything I know of what I am. But what if he then hurts me worse than he already is?

My sense of feeling has been coming back more and more with each day. I don’t know why. And my body’s already so exhausted. I actually considered to kill myself just to make the pain stop. But the thought of waking up, all fresh and healed, just for him to start all over again, -has me shivering worse than when doctor ass-hat had me chained up and beaten.

The sound of the gate opening pulls me from my thoughts. But I already know who it is.

He walks in with the tray of food. He puts it down and sits next to my lying figure, but soon pulls me up and onto his lap, like he always does. I’ve come to understand not to argue against him with this. Well, against anything he does with me actually.

Though, he does look more freshened up than usual. Like he has some big appointment today. So, maybe he won’t stay here as long as he usually does.

He feeds me like a child and when we’re done he pats my head against his chest as he plays with my hair.

“You are mine.” He says against my hair with a deep sniff of it.

I don’t know why he acts like he likes it. I’m sure I smell of blood and sweat.

But his grip tightens in my hair and I yelp as he yanks my head to look up at him.

“Say it.” He orders as he looks at me, as he grazes my wrist where the mark had faded away only yesterday. “Say you’re mine.”

I struggle to open my mouth, too used to biting it shut as I somehow always say something that he doesn’t like.

I can see him staring at my lips, as if waiting for a response. And just as I open my mouth, I feel his clashing against mine.

I stay as still as I can, worried I might do something not to his liking.

And then I feel his hand grazing up my thigh, -again. I feel him biting my lips, squeezing my butt and pulling my hair, all the while I try and focus on not flinching at his touch. He doesn’t like that.

He leans me down to lie on the mattress and he starts groping my breasts. The moment his mouth leaves mine, I take a huge gulp of air, thankful and relieved to finally be able to breathe. His wet kisses are moving down my throat as he grinds into me.

That’s when I hear the sound of cloth ripping and feel my underwear removed from me. I try to remain still as I clench my eyes shut for what is to come. He’s been getting more and more daring with his touching and groping. I can only assume what he wants now, and yet again I’m too weak and scared to stop him.

I can’t flinch. I can’t. It’s only been a day since he removed the chains from my hands. There’s nothing stopping him from putting them on again. I get anxiety attacks just thinking of it.

That’s when I feel him pushing his fingers in me. I painfully grunt out from the suddenness of it and quickly bite my lips trying to stop anymore sounds and hoping he didn’t hear that one.

He kisses me on the mouth again as he continues probing me with his fingers. It’s getting difficult staying silent as he shoves his tongue in my mouth and I release a loud groan in his mouth.

He groans as he moves his kisses down my body again, sure to bite and lick me everywhere. He even sucks on my nipple through the dress. It’s such a weird sensation. It’s wet, but warm and it’s making me want to rub my thighs together.

“I’ll make you feel good, Layla.” Blake murmurs in a deep voice as he removes his fingers and yanks my dress up, leaving me open to his eyes.

With everything he has already done to me, there is no point in trying to hide from him. It’s pointless.

But,…….I don’t want this.

I try to close my legs and he grips them tightly in place, wide and open.

I stop breathing, realizing I may have done something to make him angry at me, again.

But for some reason, when he looks at me, he gives me a gentle smile.

“Don’t be shy. I’ll take good care of you.” He lowers himself between my legs.

There’s no point in fighting him off. I can barely even move my body. Maybe that’s why he removed my chains.

I gasp in surprise when I feel something warm between my legs. And looking down, I see my legs over Blake’s shoulders and his head settled right on my,…..

My face heats up from the embarrassment of it all. And hearing what sounds like wet slopping noises, I can only assume he’s licking me down there. My whole body starts to heat up and that knot in my lower stomach is growing.

As I close my eyes I get a glimpse of Nick . He’s the only man that had ever made me feel like this, -warm and excited. Then again, he’s the only man that ever touched me like that. Well, before Alpha Jax and now Blake tried their luck with me as well.

I can feel my whole body sweating. And feeling Blake probing me with what I can only assume is his tongue, gets me moaning louder that I’m helpless trying to stop the sounds coming from me.

Though, I’m not sure whether his groans are out of annoyance of my body’s reactions I don’t have control of right now, or if he’s actually liking it because his grip on my thighs are painfully tightening.

And honestly, these tingles sparking through my body really have a way of numbing the pain and aches of my body. It makes me want more. I mean, it’s not like he’s actually violating me. He just wants to make me feel good. Right?

Mmhhm!! A loud moan escapes my lips as I feel his fingers joining in with his tongue play.

I can feel my toes curl and I’m so tempted to move my hips. But feeling him rub his nose against my nub, I just want to grab his head and deepen his ministrations.

But my body is too numb from the countless days of torture for me to even bother moving my body, let alone my hands. My hands just lie next to me as I stare up at the ceiling, getting lost in the sensations. My entire body is hot and sweating. It feels disgusting. But I’ll endure it for this moment of ecstasy sending my body through a trance. I just want to feel good. I just want to forget about everything. Even for just a moment.

I can feel the tears roll down the sides of my face as my body continues to give moans on its own every now and then.

And then I feel a shiver running through me sending hot sparks through every inch of my body. Strained whimpers sound from my mouth as my body continues to tremor from the pulsing waves of what I’m assuming is an orgasm.

I can feel my lower stomach tightening and I stop breathing as I clench my thighs and the muscles of my lower area in the hopes of dragging this feeling out for as long as possible.

My whole body feels out of breath and tired, even though I didn’t even do anything.

I can see now why people make such a big deal out of sex. Though, this wasn’t exactly that. So maybe this isn’t what a real orgasm feels like. I don’t know.

The experience is mind-blowing, yes. But I still don’t like the way it’s making me feel, -dirty.

I get distracted from my thoughts when I hear Blake unbuckling his belt, looking at me through dark hooded eyes. But I can see the glow of his eyes clearly, and through that eerie smirk I can see his canines morphing too.

So his wolf is in on this too?

Before I can even voice out a no, he says something that makes my blood run cold.

“That’s right. You’ll take me like the good girl you are.”

He always talks about me being his good girl. How he’ll take care of me. Like I’m some puppet doll that just needs to sit still and look pretty for him. I think my theory was right, - he wants me weak and broken so that he can ‘take care of me’. That’s the way he remembers me from our days in the cells. Maybe that’s what he came to like about me. But I’m more than just a weak and lonely girl. And why does the world keep trying to turn me into one?

“No.” I finally find my voice as I try to shift my body away from his.

But he instantly freezes, just as he was about to pull out his manhood from his boxers, which is clearly hard and ready.

“What the hell did you just say?” He leans down and circles my throat with a tight grip of his hand. “YOU. ARE. MINE.”

Though he’s squeezing my already weak throat, I still say the one word I care to say to him.

“No.”

Gggrh! “Are you still thinking about him?” He grasps my hand and shows me my wrist. “Mmh?!”

I don’t even know why he’s still bringing Nick up when he’s the one that keeps saying I should forget about him.

“You were mine first. And he took you from me.” He keeps saying his words like he’s disgusted to talk about him. Which still has me wondering why he bothers.

I can’t believe how delusional I had become in allowing Blake to do everything he has done to me. He convinced me that he didn’t want to hurt me. That I deserved whatever he was doing to me. And I was so scared to go against it. I was scared of hurting him. But he clearly doesn’t care for me the way I thought he did. It’s always just about him, or about Nick.

It’s making me hate both of them. This is getting my blood boiling. Anger I haven’t felt in a while.

“I hate you.” I say to him with a repulsed gaze. I don’t know if it is adrenalin running through me, but it’s like my body is getting courage to get ready and fight back.

I have no problem going down fighting.

“What is wrong with you?!” He leans down and shouts in my face.

But finally my limbs feel mobile, and I kick him off of me, though not far enough for my liking.

Though he quickly stands up, dragging me along as he shoves me against the wall, hard.

“What is this?” He seethes. “He shouldn’t have a hold over you anymore.”

Which just has me rolling my eyes.

“I hate you.” I say again, because at this point I just can’t think of something meaner to say to him.

And it seems to be working, as he slams me against the wall again.

I can’t help but smile. Not only have I finally felt the urge to fight back and for myself, but I already have my opponent all worked up. Something Nick taught me to get one step ahead in a fight.

“Enough of this!” Blake shouts as he pulls me into his hold, gripping my hair so I’d look up at him, at his fuming eyes. “Stop fighting. Or I’ll have to take a harsher approach.” He threatens as he pulls out that bloody dagger he always used on my mark before it healed.

Is he going to stab me now too?

I kick between his legs and push him away from me as I hurry to the cell gates.

But he catches me before I even take a few steps away from him. Of course he would. He is after all far stronger and faster than me. He shoves against the wall again. Though, this time harder. I can feel my breath leave my lungs as I struggle for air. And seeing the blood drip from my hand, I know I must have gotten cut when I pushed him away.

“There’s no point in fighting. No one is coming for you.”

Just hearing those words has me clenching my jaws out of anger.

Why is my only option to getting out of here, for me to rely on someone to come for me? I’m tired of this. I can fight for myself.

I look up at him, and he freezes, as do I. Suddenly I can see a ghostly outline of his wolf, his spirit animal, hovering over his figure. And based on the wary and angry look on his face, I’m sure he’s looking into my eyes, my Celestial eyes.

I never knew how to control it. And as much as I didn’t want to hurt Blake then, I did consider maybe ‘cursing’ him or something.

But now that I have his gaze locked on mine, I’ll use this to my advantage.

“W-what is th-this?” Blake asks, with fear and anger evident in his eyes as he looks into my own glowing orbs. I can see his muscles bulging and their veins protruding as he struggles to pull himself away from my trance.

“You will let me go.” I say, though not as strongly as I would have liked to. My body is clearly still weak, and I’m still trying to breathe properly from my previous encounter with that damn wall.

“No.” Blake mutters as if on instinct.

This is clearly not working. Ah, dangit. I need to use my blood too.

I limp towards him holding my bloody hand out to him. And I can see him gripping the knife tighter, though I’m more focused on trying to not pass out.

“Just forget about me.” I say in the hopes that whatever distrust or anger I may have caused him, will disappear. Maybe then he'll go back to being the same caring Blake I knew back then.

With one more step closer to him, I see my blood doing that glowing-shimmering thing again. But just before I’m able to touch him, the dizziness in my head gets to me and I wobble a bit. And just as I blink for a split second and shake my head to get it clear, I feel myself being shoved against the wall again. But before I can open my eyes I feel a sudden, sharp and heated pain on my face.

AAAAHHHAAH!!!!

I scream with a shriek as I feel the intense pain, trying to ease it as I feel my face with my hands. But all I feel is warm liquid running down my cheeks. My eyes burn as if acid was poured into them. My whole body shakes as I realize what happened. –Blake slashed my eyes.

I continue screaming uncontrollably as the pain doesn’t stop, but spreads to my whole head.

I can’t see! I can’t even open my eyes. It hurts too much.

Though, I can hear Blake cursing next to me as I hear more sounds of fabric ripping.

I panic when I feel him touching me that I hit him as best I can from where I assume he is.

“Don’t touch me!”

But I feel something touching my face as he tries to hold me firm. “Stay still.”

My screaming is turning into crying. Though not really, as I doubt there are any tears coming from my bleeding eyes.

With the pull at the back of my head I realized he must have put something like a bandage on my eyes and tied it behind my head. Feeling the piece of cloth on my face, I can’t help but continue sobbing, knowing what Blake had done to me without hesitation. But it should not even surprise me with everything he has done to me and wants to do to me.

“Shhshshshsssh. You can’t do that. You can’t make my wolf feel threatened.” He tries shushing me as he takes me into his arms.

But I’m too livid as I scratch and claw at every part of him I can get a hold of. I continue screaming that I can almost feel my voice wanting to break.

But through it all, I hear echoes of loud footsteps approaching.

“What on earth-.” I hear a very familiar voice gasping out of shock, -Melissa’s voice.

I continue to sob as I struggle getting away from Blake, who is keeping my hands locked to my side. I can already feel the blood dripping down my neck and soaking my ragged dress.

But then I hear a deep and unfamiliar voice. A man’s voice. “What the fuck is going on here Blake?”

I can feel Blake tensing but he’s still not letting go of me.

“Leave Arem. This has nothing to do with you.”

And from the deep growl of this other man, I know he’s a shifter. But not a wolf.

“Leave? I’ve left you long enough to get your mate back. But this? You fucking blinded her!” I can hear him coming closer.

My sobs are already calming, but more to the fact that my body feels very numb, very weak. It’s probably because of all the blood loss. Oh I wish I can just die right now, -really die. I’m tired of all of this.

Blake lets go of me and I fall flat onto the mattress continuing to whimper.

“I told you to leave. I am the alpha!”

The other man I’m assuming is called Arem, huffs out. “I don’t know what happened to you Blake. But I can’t allow this to continue.”

“What? The only reason I made you Beta was because Mike left.”

“And I’m starting to wonder why. You’re not even in contact with Jason anymore. And you said they were like brothers to you.”

Ggrh. “Do not question me.”

“Tell me. Is she even your mate?”

But there’s a brief silence before Arem continues.

“Melissa said that she was convinced she wasn’t your mate, but actually the alpha that had marked her.” I’m guessing he’s probably pointing to my lying figure as he’s saying this.

“She is mine!” Blake shouts.

But I hear more footsteps coming in. Maybe one or two people. Their own low growls has me guessing they’re angry at one of Blake or Arem.

“What the fuck is this Arem?”

“You are coming with us Blake. You need to calm down. You are our alpha. But the head members can’t take it anymore. You’re out of control. Come. Melissa will have a look at her.”

“So what is this? A hearing? Are you challenging me?”

Gggrhh! “Your so-called mate is practically bleeding to death behind you and you’re more concerned about a challenge?”

Another brief silence follows.

“Fine.” Blake says as I hear his footsteps moving away from me. Probably out of the cell.

When more footsteps follow and it was soon quiet, I thought I was finally alone.

But then I hear someone softly approaching me. I already feel like sobbing again at the thought of someone just touching me again.

“It’s okay. It’s okay.” Melissa says as I feel her dabbing something down my face and neck. Probably trying to clean up the blood off of me. But I can hear her breath quivering, like she’s sad. “I didn’t think he’d do something like this.”

But I don’t respond to her. Every time she came I tried telling her I’m not Blake’s mate. I tried to convince her to help me. But she just kept saying I won’t understand why this needs to happen to me. It made me so angry that after days of torture I actually started to believe I deserved it.

After she was done, I felt her breath near my ear as she whispered to me. “I’ll try what I can to get you out of here. Just be patient.”

But her promise meant nothing to me. I can’t rely on anyone but myself. I noticed the cell door wasn’t closed when she left. I would have heard it. I guess they don’t need to bother with their inmate being blind now. The pain in my head is still so deep and numbing at the same time.

When I was sure I was left alone in the cell, I tried feeling the cloth over my eyes. It was soaked. I feel ridiculous with what I must look like. In a dress that is dirty, torn and stained with blood. Not to mention I’m without any underwear. I'm the epitome of what it means to be helpless.

I lean forward to try and pull my dress down to cover what I’m not sure isn’t covered. But as my hand grazes the cold ground, it touches the tip of something sharp just sticking out from under the mattress.

Reaching under it and feeling the handle, something overwhelming rushes through me.

It’s the dagger. Blake must have forgotten about it.

As much as the thought disturbs me, I already know what I have to do if I want to get out of here.

With shaky hands, I pick up the silver dagger and hold it with both hands, pointing it to my heart. That should be the quickest way, right?

I take a slow deep inhale, hoping I get this right and not drag it out. Focusing all my strength on my arms, I lean with my back against the wall and thrust the dagger into my chest.