Today’s video included him raping her- again- as he was digging his claws into her sides. Her eyes were so broken. At first, he wasn’t tearing her skin- but then she mouthed off to him and he lost it.
“Aw, Benny boy. Look at my mate-”
“Y-your n-not m-my m… mate!” Violet muttered.
After that- I could barely watch it.
I swear Violet, I’ll get you, I promise. Even if it kills me.
It’s been three days since I saw the King. Violet’s been gone for twelve days. I loaded the next video I got today on my computer.
Violet’s eyes were barely open. Her cheeks were sunken in and deep bags under her eyes. Deathly pale.
Her shirt I dressed her in, laid loosely on her arms- he never completely took it off of her. Instead, he tore the front and the rest shredded with whippings. It was completely drenched in her blood- you couldn’t even tell the original color.
It was baby blue.
… Because she said blue was her favorite color…
Her pants are the same. I dressed her in those too. Dark blue pajama pants with two buttons that were sewed on. They hung at her ankles and blood was constantly down her leg.
Her wrists are profusely pouring out blood. He never changed her bandages and the ropes burned in them, cutting her. He branded her arm and never cared for it medically.
In fact- in these most recent videos- he wasn’t letting her heal at all. Injecting her with twice the amount of those fucking drugs.
I pressed play.
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“Wakey wakey matey!” the camera shook as he got on top of her. He pressed a hand against her stomach, her body shook and her eyes widened, lips shaking.
“I have a new plan. I’m gonna tell our Benny boy my exact location. He can come down and I can fuck you right in front of him. Then I’ll kill him.” Violet’s face dropped along with tears.
“N-” he slapped her.
“Shut the fuck up, slut. But first,” he pulled out a syringe, “this is new. I haven’t used it on you yet. Let’s have you moaning my name while I fuck you- let’s have our Benny boy hear how much you want your mate.”
Violet frowned. He jammed the needle in her bruising arm and she twitched, whimpering. Chris pulled down his pants and didn’t even wait as he plunged into Violet.
Her irises became huge as the drug took over her. Her eyebrows creased as her eyes locked on some part of the room. Chris kept thrusting in her and small gasps came out.
“B-Bee?” she whispered. It was so faint and muted- but Chris heard her.
“Say my name babykins,” he growled out. He didn’t pick up that it wasn’t his name. He grabbed her breast and squeezed her.
She let out a shaky breath, “Oh, B-Bee…” it was a little louder and it took a little longer for Chris to realize what ‘Bee’ was short for.
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I could barely stand to watch it. He hated that his plan backfired and Violet was completely numbed out, clueless to what surrounded her. He dug his claws into her hip bones and I watched with a frown plastered on my face. Her face contorted to a confused, pained look.
Because she thought I was fucking her- she thought I was hurting her.
I know my Flower, I know my honey, I know my Violet. She wouldn’t shake that- that right there? Being drugged to the point of thinking her rapist was her mate and was purposely drawing blood on her? It’d break our already fragile trust.
My blood was boiling, red filling my senses. He finished in her as she cried my name because Chris was drawing blood- but she thought it was me.
He pulled out of her and then spoke out the area code- the same as Slope county. The video ended and I immediately called my territorial Alpha and required a Search of Area and then called the King.
I was going to get my Flower- and I was going to fucking destroy that bastard.