Chosen By The Moon

Carlos POV.

Torture... all the isolated torture I had endured over the past three years had been absolutely nothing compared to the agony engulfing my entire body as I lay on Lorellias bedroom floor.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry. But you're mine, your mine. And I tried for years, you'll be ok you know?!" Lorellia just kept screaming the same two sentences at me over and over again while I roared in pain. She bit me... she'd actually fucking bit me, and she'd done so without my permission, god, I was a dead guy, everyone knows that the unaccepted bite of a mate was a death sentence. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry."

Why was she just standing there screaming? Did she want me to die? She needed to get help, she needed to do something other than just standing there, screaming... Actually, She needed to not fucking bite me in the first place.

Oh God... I was going to die... I was going to die in agony, I'd never see my Victoria again, I'd never see Dylan, I'd never be able to enjoy the simple pleasures life brings... I couldn't believe my rotten luck. Years, I mean years in captivity, only to die on my rapists bedroom floor.

I stared up at the ceiling, although I admit even the plain view of the white roof was becoming blurry as my neck bled out onto the carpet below, my hearing was finally going muffled, and all my senses except touch seemed to begin to shut down at once, at least I wouldn't have to hear the screeching sound of Lorellias excessive yapping any longer. Maybe this was a good thing, maybe it was what was meant to be all along. I was simply meant to die.

On the other hand though, if I really did die from this, then that would mean all the torment and isolation I had endured over the last three years would have been for absolutely nothing except that bitches pleasure.

I decided there and then, that I would fucking survive this, just so I can say that no matter what, I outright refused to break.

I wasn't sure how much time had

past, in honesty I was unsure how INôvelDrama.Org © content.

was still alive, the pain was simply too great was as if a strong fire had taken over my entire being burning every single nerve that I had, enveloping me in thick, unrelenting agony.

Eventually I felt a firm pressure directly on the pouring wound, and began to feel my body being jostled about.

"What the fuck have you done?!" |

heard a muffled yell and a loud slap met my ears, still even my screaming had subsided slightly as I battled with sleep. I was falling in and out of consciousness now, losing touch on the reality of my pain, which was extremely bad. At least I knew if I was in pain then I

knew I was alive.

I felt myself being lifted up and placed down on something firm, from the amount of jolting My body was doing, my guess would have been a back board or a medical grade emergency stretcher.

"But... Josh said..." Nothing but incoherent mumbles met me, every now and again I would hear her voice screech but I was fading, and I was fading fast. "...been waiting much longer than he has."

"If you had treated the man with the respect that your goddess gifted mate deserves then maybe, he wouldn't have rejected you so much." Was that Caius?

On top of all the infernal pain blazing through my body, was simply too much to bare. It felt as if my body had been soaked in acid. I felt a sharp pinch, and the muscle on my right thigh felt the strain of fluid going in.