The Alpha’s Contract by Taylor West

Chapter 0317



Blair

Everyday I expected to feel a little better. Everyday I am wrong.

Cooper insists that the bag pumping liquid into my arm is keeping me alive and yet it made me feel like it was draining the life from me.

There's a knock on the door and the same daily routine starts. A nurse comes in and checks the drip bag. She puts a towel down on the end of my bed along with a tiny bar of soap and a toothbrush. I'm expected to follow her to the showers, pulling my bag of medicine along with me.

I had tried twice to strangle her with the tube that connects the drip bag to my arm. Both times I had been punished with withdrawing me from the medicine just long enough to make me suffer. Repeatedly.

Cooper had them do it to me for days at a time until I was begging him just to let me die. He always answered the same. "How do you think those that you killed felt? You deserve to suffer."

I follow the nurse to the showers. Most of the cells I passed are quiet. They had quickly learned that no one was coming for them. That screaming and shouting was a waste of time. But I always knew when someone new had been brought in.

Their fists would pound against the door. Their voices demanded to be let out until they grew tired. And after all these weeks, I still didn't know what Cooper is trying to achieve. Why make us suffer? Why take our abilities away to only keep us locked up in here. It made no sense. Killing us would be much quicker and we would be less of a drain on resources.

And if it isn't bad enough, I'm watched while I shower. Humilliation at its finest.

room, where a measly bowl of porridge would be waiting for me and the nurse would leave. I had thirty minutes to

as if it were a way of telling us we don't

that happened after my first week here. Something about not wanting

Bastards!

prison and Coop had anointed himself as

life I knew. The life that I had worked hard

or even hear fucking Neah. I just need to hear another

of porridge, I place it on the floor and curl up in the bed. Starving would be

slid back. I feel a rush of warm air as the

don't bother to look at him. "This is the third day. Do we need to hold you down

"I am not hungry."

"It's not optional."

"I don't feel well."

provides you

is what you

shit out, but you always appear before my heart even gets a chance to stop. My eyes flash up to the camera. If we all had cameras and albdid it at the same time,

belongs to .Org

the punishment you deserve. Why should

are pulling." mutter and turn over so I don't have to look at him. "I've met some fuckers with God complexes over the years, but this, keeping people alive for your own enjoyment is fucked

a tiny amount of suffering compared to the destruction you have