Alpha's Blind Luna novel Chapter 68

***Auri’s POV***

There is something about feeling your mind slip. Letting go of the fight and just falling into the void. Feeling nothing and not caring. They couldn’t reach you, couldn’t make you do things, not in the void. You were disassociated from your body. It was a feeling I was all too familiar with. One I was glad Ezekiel had yet to reach.

There was still light in his eyes. Still a fight, a hope, and I was glad I wasn’t too late to save him. Vale deserved better than to have his mate ripped from him. He deserved better than the experience Logan and I had gone through.

Logan was already lost to me. The connection between us one sided. So much so that even my side of our bond started to wither but now, I was glad. He wouldn’t need to feel this pain again. Not that he could. The amount of silver that was holding me up was more than Micah had ever used. But at the time, he didn’t know who I was. I wondered if they knew I couldn’t feel pain. If they realized every time they tortured me I felt nothing.

“How is our Luna Queen today?” I heard one of the vampire guards call to me, his name was Chet, the main asshole who watched over me. There were far too many days he liked to talk in the third person.

I was dangling by my wrists with silver cuffs. Wearing a woven silver mail, a collar, ankle cuffs and chains wrapped around my legs, up around my torso, chest, and then my arms, I wondered why they had anyone watch me at all. I also wondered if I had any skin left.

“I’ve got a list of boys today for you. They are all waiting to fuck you into oblivion.” He sneered at me, still standing at a safe distance away.

“It will have to wait. We have an operation for it today.” One of the lab coats spoke up.

I didn’t know if they were scientists or doctors or both so I decided to just refer to them collectively as lab coats. They all sounded the same. All turned a blind eye to the torture and rape because I was their greatest subject. Honestly, I don’t know which days I preferred more. Torture days, rape days, or operation days. If I had to choose it probably would be torture. Only because I couldn’t feel it anyways. Just sometimes they put me in uncomfortable positions for long periods of time.

“Damn it. Do you want me to prep it?”

Ah yes, if it wasn’t in mocking, I was it or thing or mongrel or mutt. I was their plaything and they owned me. Just like before.

“No. I will take it. The doctors are already waiting.”

I felt myself being lifted from where I was hanging, the chains coming with me. Chet, I assumed, tossed me over his shoulder like a rag doll and carried me out of the place that was my prison. It was a couple minutes before I was tossed onto a steel bed. It was hard and my head smacked against it made a loud sound. Multiple hands tied me down as I listened.

“We are going to see today if we can’t fix that throat. We need to hurry up though, Mark should be here to cut the connections. Then we have a long list of to-do surgeries before the two bigger ones.”

The table moved as they wheeled me into another part of the dungeon I was in. There was no feeling of light, no sense of where I was. I knew I wasn’t where we had met Ezekiel, that was apparent. Outside of that, I could be anywhere in the world. There was a buzz and I felt a cold metal touch my head. It was so shocking that I nearly cried. They were buzzing my hair off completely.

“Someone sweep this up, quickly! We need to get started.”

Someone turned me over, strapping a mask on me. The air tasted heavy and smelled sweet. My head started to become fuzzy and I lost consciousness as their voices droned on in the background.

-

I woke up to another chatty person in my cell. They were chained to the floor like all the rest. So far, this would make number thirteen.

'Every single person we put in here with you, they will become a part of you. Their death will be the next surgery for you.'

Those words echoed in my head every time I heard them bring in a new victim. I stopped trying to get their attention, stopped trying to push away my boredom by acknowledging them. Some were quiet, knowing exactly why they were here and knew that they wouldn’t last long. Others, apparently like this one, were nervous chatters. Rambling into the aether until their throat got sore or they ran out of shit to say. This one reminded me of Pipsqueak. She spoke a mile a minute and worked herself up and down.

“Honestly, how can they even treat us this way? If you’re going to kill someone, just get it over with and quit making their life worse than dying already is!”

I chuckled without meaning to, the hissing sound filling room. The voice finally stopped for a second.

“You’re…alive?”

I lifted my head and adjusted my full body, the chains scraping against the wall and my bones popping. I moved my fingers and flipped her off.

She chuckled as well. “Alright. Alright. You’re alive. Didn’t need to be that rude.”

Shaking my head, I let it fall back against the wall for a bit, relieving the pressure on my neck.

“What’s your name? My name is Illya. My mates name is Uriel. I have a sister, her name is Faunus, my brother is Grehgor and…”

She must have been watching when I put my hand up telling her to stop. I signed each letter out. I d-o-n-t c-a-r-e.

Huffing, she called back, “Gosh you’re a rude one. We are death mates and you don’t care?”

N-o-t d-e-a-t-h m-a-t-e. E-x-p-e-r-i-m-e-n-t.

“What? They told me they were going to harvest my insides. Did they not tell you that?”

F-o-r m-e.

She went quiet and I knew she understood what I meant. Hell, she may have been able to feel just how fucked up I already was. Surgery after surgery that they put me through but continued to keep me alive. Even going back again and removing what they put in because it wasn’t working. I was their toy. Nothing but their supernatural wolf toy. After a moment, I lifted up my hand and signed again.

A-u-r-i.

“Auri? Is that your name?”

I nodded.

“Well, I’m sorry, for what it’s worth. That you’re stuck here.”

I-m s-o-r-r-y y-o-u-r h-e-r-e.

She chuckled again. “Me too. My mate is going to be furious. He recently ascended the throne. He told me to be careful. Told me I shouldn’t go out. I guess he got the final ‘I told you so’.”

U-r-i-e-l-?

“Do you know him? Not many wolves know much outside of their own territories. I’m surprised! You must have a hell of a story.”

M-e-t h-i-m t-w-i-c-e.