Alpha's Badass Mate

Torture

Madison's POV

"You are not going there alone, Madison! Don't fight me on this." Alessandro's voice is stern with a hint of warning as he peers down at me.

"I am going alone, Alpha Alessandro. He was my assailant not your and stop treating me like a baby." I stand my ground, equally matching his intimidating gaze.

"Fine but then don't come crying to me." By saying this he storms out of there leaving me alone. But I am happy that at least he listened to me because I really need to do this alone.

I signal the guard to open the metal door which he does and a gust of harsh wind blows from the opening as the door hit the other side of the wall with a loud cling. I tighten my fist as I walk inside the punish the fucker who thought that just because I am a woman he could do anything to me.

The cell is dim, with a single light bulb dangling from the ceiling. The room smells of moist dust and blood. But my eyes are only on the head warrior of the Blue Moon Pack who is situated in the middle of the cell.

His arms are strapped on each side and even in his bruised and battered state, he still manages to put on an intimidating appearance. The clothes he has on are in shreds now and blood leaks from the wounds dropping to the floor, forming a messy puddle.

"My, my, don't you look dazzling?" He raises his bruised face regarding me with a smirk. I suddenly feel bare under his gaze even while being clothed in a pair of jeans and hoodie.

"I must say you are glowing. It will be my pleasure to make use of this sexy body of yours." He says trying to rile me up.

"You won't get the chance!" I spat.

"And you too don't look bad yourself, Alpha Alessandro has given you a superb make over." I let out smirking at him.

"I see sucking alpha's d**k has given you courage, well it will be fun to break it." He says smugly.

"Watch your tongue!" I growl at him.

I don't feel scared of him because he is just a nasty person who thinks of women as bed warmer which is s**t. We deserve as much as respect as any men. Instead, I feel anger towards him, towards everything he has done to me. If he doesn't put a leash on his tongue, I may be extra violent with him.

"Or what Madison? You are just another w***e to him and when I break free, I am going to f**k you in front of every male of the pack. So that they can take turn f*****g you." He smirks.

"You are sick!" I grimace in disgust.

I pick up a silver jack knife from the nearby table and dig it in his left leg while his scream fills the room echoing real loudly. But it feels like a music to my ears so I twist the knife like seeing him writh in pain.

"You b***h!" He groans and I pull out the knife before stabbing him in the left eye. The silver burn the delicate flesh making him hiss. Just as he tries to move, a satisfying pop sound can be heard making me smile evily at him. I have clearly pull out his eyeballs from its socket.

"You are going to pay for this!" He tries to launge at me but the restriction doesn't let him do that.

"It's good to see you helpless, Ryker." I let out laughing at him.

I pick up another knife from the table and begin to mark his skin very slowly so that he can feel the pain. The blood trickle from places the knife has been and he never fails to show how much pain he is in. I can see tears leaking from the corner of his good eye as he groans loudly which makes me laugh loudly.

"Please..." He lets out.

"So, you know how to beg?" I tsk.

I pick another knife which is small but extremely sharp looking. I begin to trails a deep cut from his throat and down to his belly button.

"You are going to wish for death so much, but guess what? Even death can't save you from me." I say before bringing the knife down to his limp d**k.