The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 372: Seeing Things

Chapter 372: Seeing Things

ZINA

The moment the two of them pressed their rods on her naked body angrily, Zina howled like a wolf being bled out slowly over a simmering fireplace and then next thing she blacked out.

It was a strange sensation. She could feel it that she hadn’t exactly fainted—no she was very much conscious. And yet all she could see was darkness.

After some time, she began to feed her body and her eyes began to open, but she was not in the same dark place where she was tied to burning silver and strapped naked. She was in a room that was hauntingly familiar, and it was lit up by the sun that seared her eyes, threatening to blind her.

She blinked, and blinked again. Where was she? What was happening? Her confusion didn’t last long when the face of her foster mother bearing a scowl came into view.

"Stand up! Why are you sleeping by this time!" She scowled, hitting Zina on the legs with her staff that laid just by her bedside.

Zina stood, startled and scared. Then she looked down on herself and to her horror she was small.

Like seven year old small.

What was happening? Before she could think much of it her foster mother smacked her with the staff again, and Zina knew it that the woman was about to come on her with her never ending life quotes.

"There’s no food for a lazy man. But you see a lazy girl? There will be nothing left for her in this world. Stand!"

Zina bolted up, breathing hard. The scene playing before her had happened before. In a distant past when she was still seven. But she had been blind, but now she could see.

"Mo... mother," she stuttered, "good morning."

Her foster mother harshly thrust a rough broom on her hands, "Go out and sweep the pack compound! It’s been hours since morn came and yet you’ve been laying around. I understand that you think yourself young, but when you get older these things won’t get done by themselves. You’re still the one who would have to do them."

"Yes mother." She found herself answering as if she had been put on some horrible mechanical mode. Aimlessly, she went outside and began to sweep.

Where was she? Had the Tamers rods made her travel to the past? And if indeed this was the past, why could she see?

Zina began to sweep the compound, the largest land that her pack owned. Sweat dripped down her neck, and she realized the only reason why she had still been sleeping when she ordinarily wouldn’t have was because she was sick.

Just as she had been in the past. But just as in the past she could remember, her foster mother never spared her not on the basic of sickness or any other nonsense like that as she would love to say.

Soon after, Fionna joined her with a grumble. The girl’s small figure was exactly as Zina had imagined she would be. Scrawny, with a defiant expression on her face, and her brown hair allover her.

"Dutiful Zina. Even blind you’re always here like the obedient girl you’re," Fionna muttered hatefully while glaring at her as she too began to sweep.

Zina stared at the girl for sometime, rooted in shock, and when she recovered herself she dropped the broom in her hand and ran for her.

She clutched Fionna on her shoulders, shaking her vigorously. "See me here, Fionna! The place I was taken to seem to somehwere towards the East after the shores in the Western Lands! I am in some cave of some sorts that has this crazy stone manor inside! Please report it to Daemon, okay?!"

Little Fionna glared at her, then pushed her away. "Seems you’ve finally ran mad. I said it, no one would stay dutiful and loyal to the pack for so long as you’ve and not run mad."

What was she saying? Was she not hearing Zina’s desperate pleas?

"What do you mean...." Zina began to protest, but the rest of the words died a natural death on the tip of her lips when heavy footsteps sounded behind them.

She turned, and lo and behold it was Igar WolfKnight, to child sexual abuser of the pack and the same man that Daemon had personally confined.

No. No. No. No!

Zina turned to run as much as her small legs can carry her, but Igar easily caught her by dragging her by the hair. "Where are you running off to?" He asked in a mature stern voice the way he always did.

Like he was some knowing elder while they were some ignorant youngsters.

Even Fionna who had been tongue lashing at her was also held on the hair by the man’s other large paws. Although unlike the terrified expression Zina had, Fionna still wore her defiant expression.

"Since it seems both of you’re done here, then come help me grind some ink." He said and then began to drag them to his so-called private office. The place where he did the dirty things to them.

Zina kept screaming for her mother, but the woman either didn’t hear her, or pretended not to. Zina knew it was the latter.

Fionna kept biting his hand at any opportunity she got, but he was far stronger than them, and before they knew it they were already in the run down office.

"One by one, okay. You Zina will go first," and then he tossed Fionna into a large box and locked it.

Zina was forced to kneel by the table side, and with trembling hands she began to grind ink for him while Igar pretended to be seriously immersed in whatever paper was before him.

Soon, his left hand started wandering allover her small body. Discreet at first, but then audacious with time. Tears stung Zina’s eyes as in the past, she couldn’t fight off the sensation of cockroaches crawling her body....

... the feeling of her body being invaded.

It went on for hours and hours until she fainted in the office, and when she woke, she was back with her captors, still strapped to the silver chains and her very much adult body naked.

But she was heaving, trembling as the sensation didn’t leave her. She had told herself that was Igar did never traumatised her, but now she wasn’t so sure. Maybe she had stuffed the memory somehwere she would never remember.

But these two women had somehow made her remember.

They splashed her with cold water, smiling evilly.

"Did you enjoy your detour to the past?" Orchid drawled, obviously still holding malice over Zina’s ’prophecy’.

She couldn’t answer. She simply stared at them, a plea on the tip of her tongue which she fought to swallow down.

She couldn’t beg already... but she wanted to beg. She wanted to ask the she never be shown those things.

Was this what their taming was like her? Showing her her darkest pasts and her former dirty self? The part of her that succumbed to maltreatment and the evil of her pack and even stood by them when they had been apparently kidnapped.

"Well we are just getting started so better hold on, more is to come." Rose said maliciously and then smacked her with the rod again, until she tumbled into yet another broken past.

On and on, she faced all of the things that molded her childhood until she feared they had succeeded in finally breaking her.