My Secret, My Bully, My Mates by Miss L

When we got to our destination, I was thrown to the ground.

I heard whispering, which means these kids didn’t have their wolves yet to mindlink The Alpha, Beta, Gamma and Delta had the power to push a mindlink through to anyone, wolf or not. It made giving directions in a crisis easier. But, until you had your wolf you could not link back or talk to anyone else.

That’s all I had to workwith though. Male and around my age.

They were talking too low to recognize a voice and without a scent I couldn’t identify them. I had just gotten myself to a sitting position when my arms were yanked over my head and hooked to something, holding me off the ground so my toes barely touched.

My shirt was ripped open in the back and I let out a strangled squeal through the gag.

The first sharp sting registered as I heard the loud crack echo in the air. I screamed again, I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but it wasn’t the white hot pain of a whip.

draped over a bench in the girls locker room and the 5 lashes carne quickly before my attackers were

between the first and the second. The second

went on I started to go to my happy place, counting the lashes, but hiding in my mind trying to turn the pain off, go numb, don ‘t feel, control my breathing,

people wielded whips this time, then my legs were lifted behind me, but not to take weight off my arms, just to put me in more of

wrong, the most blinding, searing pain hit me like a rocket blasting its engine across my back I instantly lost vision and couldn’t even breathe to scream.

my captors grip and my stomach tried to empty its contents into the gag

thing out of her mouth, I want her to suffer, not die. She needs to suffer over and over again for all the sh*t

I do

one of my legs are dropped and I’m hanging awkwardly sideways. The tie is undone behind my head, roughly, taking some hair with it and thrown to the ground as I cough out everything from my stomach, lungs, wherever the vomit

leg is lifted back up and the blinding white hot pain resumes. This time the pain is accompanied by the smell of burnt flesh, my burnt flesh. My body convulses and tries to wretch again. I am struggling to take air in, my lungs don ‘t want to function and I am pretty sure

I started mumbling incoherently