CHAPTER 51

Going Through Hell (From Rachelle's Perspective) "Please, don't do this," I pleaded one last time. And just like every other day, they did not listen. Another kick was forced onto my stomach. I jerked forward on the ground, biting my lips fiercely to keep myself from making a sound. I did not want to look weak. "Tell me, will you do it again?" Alpha Draven snarled, grabbing my hair roughly. I tried to talk, but no sound came out of my mouth. My throat hurt from the agonizing grasp he had there a while ago. "Tell me!" he yelled, bringing his mouth as close to my ear as possible. "Leave her alone, brother. She is nothing more than a piece of garbage. There is no reason for us to waste our time here," Hazel stated. "Speak up, you filthy whore!" Alpha Draven hissed once more and slapped me across the face. It was too much. I hit him back on the chin. I was not a particularly strong person. My punch surely did not have much effect on him, but it, at least, made me feel a lot better.