Page 126 of My Forbidden Alpha

Papa was there.

Papa saw me stealing.

I know what is coming the moment he enters the horror room. This is what he calls my special punishment room, and it’s where it hurts the most.

I cry softly, begging him to forgive me, promising that I will not do it again, but he doesn’t care.

“Now… what shall we play today?” he asks, grabbing myhair and suddenly I feel burning pain at the back of my neck, making me scream.

His terrifying laugh fills the air as I try not to cry out.

“How fascinating...” he murmurs.

Sometimes I can tell he enjoys this, and sometimes it makes him angry. I don’t know what I did wrong to upset him. I quiver in fear when he picks up some long screws.

“We should never ever steal, don’t you agree?” he whispers. Grabbing me by my hair, he drags me to the big table.

He yanks me onto it, and I hit my nose on the hardwood as blood sprays everywhere, making pain rush through me.

It hurts, Mama, help me! Please, somebody help me!

He’s going to hurt me with those screws! Help me!

But no one ever comes.

“These hands of yours really should learn to not steal!” He takes the screw, and I cower before he stabs it into my hand.

I scream in agony, but Papa doesn’t stop. Not until each finger is pierced with a screw. I sob in pain, my hands now stabbed with many screws. It hurts so much.

“Please, Papa, I promise I won’t steal again!” I cry.

“Did I say you could speak?” Papa shouts, his eyes blazing in rage. He bangs my head again, and he keeps on doing it. I feel sick and dizzy.

Why does he hurt me? Why does he hate me?

“S-sorry…” I whimper as he keeps slamming my face. The screws scrape my face, and I keep moving my head, not wanting them to hurt my eyes.

“You were made for this! Do you hear me? The only reason you were given to me was for my entertainment! I should have been given an heir! An Alpha!” Papa shrieks.

I say no more. I know when he becomes like this, there is nothing more to say. He will only stop when he’s had enough.

Is this why the Goddess made me? Mama said she loves usbut I don’t think she does.

The pain rushes through my entire body, dizzying me. He throws me and I scream as the screws that have my hands trapped to the table are ripped off and the pain gets worse in my hands, spreading through my arms and neck. I scream in agony. It hurts so much!

“You useless little bitch. I think I will tell your mother you’re gone for a few weeks for training, don’t you agree?” he hisses, slamming the hammer down on my knees. The sickening sound of bones being crushed rings loud in my ears. I sob silently. My entire body screaming in pain. My heart hurts. The pain is dizzying. I can’t breathe.

Please, someone help me. I’ll be a good girl!

Please… please… somebody…

Anybody, please…

But he does not stop. Even when I huddle into a ball, trying to tell myself I am ok – that nothing is happening, it doesn’t stop. My eyes tightly shut, Papa continues his screaming abuse.

“Let’s just see how much you can take! Maybe you are better off dead!”

I’m beginning to lose feeling. I prefer this; I try to focus on my safe place. In the far corner of my mind, there’s a place I can go where no one can hurt me.

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