Chosen By The Moon

Chapter 0361



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.

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

really did die from this, then that would mean all the torment and isolation I had endured over the last

so I can say that

wasn't sure how much time

I was unsure how

was as if a strong fire had taken over my entire being

directly on the pouring wound, and began to feel

the fuck have

subsided slightly as I battled with sleep. I was falling in and out of consciousness

knew I was alive.