A Werewolf'd Past And Present novel Chapter 32

"Come on, sweetheart, just tell us your name," the tall buff guy said sweetly, but I could see right through him.

"Never." I spit the blood that was in my mouth at his face.

He growls in anger and his hands start to shake. I smirk at his reaction and knowing fully what he is going to do next.

"Chain her up!" the guy yells.

Just then two more guys come in and untie my hands and legs from the chair I was in and dragged me over to a stone wall with think heavy chains hanging off it.

I would fight back I would always fight back, but I was to weak from the last time. The guys dragging me cuffed the chains to my wrists- to tight, like always.Then the first guy comes in holding a whip... again... like always.

"Are you going to do that again to me, sweetheart? Because if you are, we are both going to have an issue," he sneers.

"I make no promises." I smirk, the blood covering my teeth showing.

He didn't reply but instead he whips my back. Hard. I bite my lip just as hard to stop the scream the threatened to come out. My lips is now bleeding, filling my mouth with the disgusting metallic taste of blood again. I clench my fists, nails digging into my palms, probably making them bleed too.

Every time the guys whips my back the harder I clench my fists.

"Scream girl!" he yells at me.

"Never," I said in a low, strained voice that sounded unfamiliar even to myself.

He continues to whip my back until I black out from blood loss and pain. Little did I know, they already knew my name.

I scream out as tears stream down my face. I punched the wall then continue to bag my fist against it lighter, less painfully.

I sob to myself, knowing all too well that Logan is standing on the other side of the door trying to get in, but I can't hear any of it.

I rip my shirt off and began pulling off the bandages off my shoulder. I stood there in my bra, looking ashamed in the mirror. I found a pair of scissors in a draw and started to cut the stitches out of my shoulder and puling them out, making them to bleed slightly. More scars to add to the collection.

"You are just finding out everything today, aren't you Logan?" I smiled bitterly into the mirror in front of me.

"What happened?" he repeated.

"I got whipped."

"By who?"

"A person who kidnapped me."

Logan's POV-

Gripping onto Max's shoulders tightly I tried to take in what she was telling me. She was kidnapped. For how long? By who? For what? I was trying not to lose control and it wasn't working out well for me.