Long Night

Amelia

The bastard grabbed me by the neck and threw me to the floor. I feel a pop inside my shoulder joint and cry out in pain as the dirt and grime from the floor covers me, adding to the layers of filth I already have on me. I would do terrible things for a hot shower. Even worse for a hot bath.

The growl and snarl that comes from the stranger's cell makes the hair on my arms stand up. I can feel more of his aura flowing into the room and I know that he is extraordinarily strong, and probably an extremely dangerous Alpha.

For whatever reason he is against me getting the shit kicked out of me. That surprises me and I am okay with it.

"It looks like you got yourself a little admirer down here. Maybe he wants to watch. Do you like to watch pretty boy?" the guard laughs out toward the stranger in the cell. Pretty boy is an odd name for an Alpha and now I am curious to see him, but he stays in the shadows.

"Just let me go so I can get to work. The longer you screw around down here, the longer it will take me to get my work done. You don't want to piss off Alpha Randall, do you?" I ask, hoping he gives up on his torment and lets me go. I have no desire to get to work, but I also have no desire to lay on this floor and look up at this pig either.

"Oh now, come on darling. You can do something for me and stay up all night working. I don't really care how long it takes you and I don't mind seeing your pretty face looking up at me. You look good down there." I feel like I am going to be sick at his insinuation. I can literally feel the bile crawling up my throat.

"If you bring that thing anywhere near me, I will bite it off." I tell him pointing at his dick and I will. I will clamp down on that tiny, disgusting thing and bite it off.

"Funny. Why don't we see how many jokes you can crack while I am whipping you into shape,” he charges at me, grabbing hold of my good arm and yanking me up off the floor. The stranger reacts before I have time to think, reaching through his bars and grabbing the guard, pulling him against his cell. I still can't make out his face, but I am in shock that he is risking his life for me.

"If you want to keep your hands, I suggest that you keep them off of her." he growls, choking the air out of the guard with his large hands. I watch the guard struggle to breathe. One part of me is in panic about what will happen to me when they discover him dead. The second part of me is enjoying watching him struggle and panic himself as he tries to break the stranger’s hold. The guard reaches down to his belt, and I notice a silver box with a red button hanging from it. I haven't seen this before, but I quickly find out what it is for.

Michael reaches his red button, pressing it and the stranger at once drops his arms. They go rigid as the guard pulls away, gasping for air. The stranger is back in the shadows of his cell, but I can hear him groaning and pain. He is in so much agony. "Stop it! What are you doing to him? Stop! Please stop!" I cry out while the guard laughs and the stranger continues convulsing in pain before it goes silent.

"You are in no position to tell me what to do you. You are nothing but filth. I didn't kill him; I just shocked him a little. Now, get up!" he growls at me, dragging me by my hair through my cell. My scalp is burning and the pain in my shoulder is unbearable, but I still kick and scream, fighting with all I have. It is useless, but I am not giving up.

Not now.

Not until I can get the stranger out of the cell.

Maybe he will take me with him.

Maybe unleashing him is what this pack needs.

I can hear the stranger get up and start banging against the bars, but it's too late. I am going to pay for my so-called disobedience and then I am going to work my ass off for one asshole to impress another one. I don't know how much longer I can do this.

"Please, my shoulder...you popped it out or something. It hurts bad. I can't work if it isn't fixed." I beg but it is ignored. With shifter healing, we don't stay injured long, but there is also a healer in the pack. I am not allowed to see the healer though. That is reserved for members, and in my 25 years, they have never claimed me as one.

I am dragged back into the pack house where Alpha Randall is waiting for me. "What took you so long?" he growled out at the guard before snarling at me.

"The little bitch put up a fight again." he says before throwing me down at the Alpha's feet. "Amelia, when will you learn? You do as we say, and you do it when we say it. I have a particularly important guest coming tomorrow. I need this whole place spotless and the mess hall as well. I will go easy on you and have the evening kitchen staff clean the kitchen, but only so you can use that time getting the guest quarters ready. I do not know what time he will arrive. I want to be ready so get to work." he spits at me before turning and leaving.

The guard laughs as he throws a rag down in my face and leaves me in the communal area of the pack house, filthy and starving, but nobody cares. Well, maybe the stranger in the dungeon, but there could be other reasons for that.

I am an easy target if he wants my help escaping, and I plan to do it.

I have no other options. I also don't know how I will pull it off.

I will need to make a deal with the stranger to take me with him.

I pick myself up and grab a hold of the broom. Sweeping without raising my arm is pretty much impossible. It is going to be a long night.