Chasing My Rejected Luna
Chapter 140

TEGAN'S

P.O.V

I wasn't one to normally engage in such idiotic games like the one Iblis was playing with us. But I was worried about what it might reveal. I hadn't done much in my lifetime that I regret. But so much fear has been throughout my existence. Parts of my past I'd much rather forget than relive. Let alone relive the dreadful past with Trystan watching. He already thought that I was not worthy of living. Imagine what he will think when he sees how pathetic my life used to be.

"Don't get too excited, I haven't done anything drastically pleasing to watch," I said as the padded room morphed into my old pack.

Great, my past does want to haunt me. Way to stick it to the man. Show him exactly how lovely my life has been.

"Can't be worse than mine." He spat out as it displayed me on the ground scrubbing the floor, like a slave.

A moment went by as some girls from my pack entered the dining hall where I was cleaning.

"Ew, just look at her, pathetic." One said.

"Exactly where she needs to be. On her hands and knees." The other replied while they both laughed as they walked past me. I looked up, a small smile appeared on my face before they erupted into more fits of laughter and continued walking past me. "Why would you let them talk down on you like that?" Trystan asked.

"I couldn't hear them," I simply replied. But there was more to it than just not hearing. Not that he knew that fun fact about my past. But also, back then, I had no backbone.

My eyes went back to the ground when the doors suddenly burst open. Walking in a very angry Drake, my father.

"YOU UNGRATEFUL CUNT!" He roared as he yanked my hair, grabbing my full attention.

You could visibly see my body shaking in fear. Goddess, how I wished I could go back and tell her that she was stronger than that. That she was a damn Queen! But instead, I just got to watch my memory unfold as he pulled me across the room by the hair on my head.

"Father stop! She didn't do it!" Fredrick pleaded.

"MIND YOUR DAMN BUSINESS BOY!" He screamed back.

I had no idea Fredrick was even there. How had I not known?

"You want to act like a little slut, staring at men while they train. I'll show you just how a slut is treated in this pack!" He then roared.

"He didn't..." Trystan began to ask as I cut him off.

"No, he didn't do what you think. He needed me untouched. He just wanted to show me a lesson," I responded as a tear ran down my face.

He pulled me out of the house and over to the dungeon. Somewhere I had become very familiar with while living there.

"You want him to touch you, don't you?" My father asked as a man appeared in the doorway of the cell. "Go on, show her what sluts want," Drake demanded, at that time, I honestly thought he was going to make the man rape me.

He walked toward me as his hand came out gently touching my cheek.

"It won't hurt, I promise." He whispered in my ear. Even though the idiot knew, I couldn't hear him. I always wondered what he had said, now I know.

He grabbed my shirt before ripping it right from my chest. I had never been exposed in front of a man before. This was something I never asked for. Something I never wanted.

"Sluts are only good for one thing." My father said as the man's hand moved from my face down the side of my body, caressing a part of me I never wanted him to touch.

"What the fuck is this, Tegan?" Trystan's horrified voice asked. But I simply didn't reply, only watched my memory unfold.

"DADDY PLEASE, I PROMISE TO NEVER WATCH THEM TRAIN AGAIN PLEASE!" My broken voice begged.

"You can't even fucking speak right, yet you beg for me to make it stop? Didn't you want this?" He then asked as tears streamed down my face.

I was chained to the wall so I couldn't defend myself even if I wanted to.

"I just wanted to learn to fight! I wasn't watching for the men, I swear!" I pleaded.

"Oh, you wanted to fight? That makes this even better!" He said as he approached me. "GET OUT, YOU ARE NO LONGER NEEDED!" He demanded in his Alpha tone to the man, who obeyed without question.

I was still chained to the wall and half nude. My breasts were covered by my bra and my bottom half was still clothed, but I still sat there vulnerable nonetheless.

My father approached me with an evil smirk. This was the first time I'd ever been truly terrified of what he might do. He had always slapped me around or pulled my bones out of the socket. But this was the first time he truly hurt me. Maybe even the only time it was this bad. A memory I pushed so far down that I almost convinced myself was only a dream.

"Bad girls get punished. Do you want to know what it's like to fight? To be hit? I'll show you." His sadistic voice echoed in the dirty dungeon.

He exited the cell before returning with a cart full of items. Real fear passed through my body before he settled for the whip. It was something he liked to call flogging. It was a simple and direct form of t*****e. The whip had tiny slits on the end of each leather string to cause more pain. He smacked it down once on my exposed skin, making me scream out in pain. The whip punctured my skin as it ripped into my flesh, instantly causing blood to spill out.

"PLEASE, I WON'T DO IT AGAIN!" I begged as he ripped it from my flesh, causing me to scream again in agony.

"GOOD GIRLS DON'T GET PUNISHED!" He roared out before hitting me a few more times.

By this time, my body was numb from the pain. My eyes had shed so many tears that I felt empty inside. He knew he had made his point.

He yanked my face upward to force me to look into his eyes. "You will sit down here, just like this, until I allow you out." He then spat out before roughly pushing my face back down.

He walked out. Leaving me exposed with my body covered in open wounds.

The room began to spin as the black pads began to come into view once again.

What the memory doesn't show is how I stood there chained to the wall for two days. I only had sips of water from a sponge twice a day, no cups were allowed. All were given by Helena on his command. No men were allowed near my cell, the only part I was thankful for. I was beyond dehydrated and starved. He didn't feed me once in those two days I was down there. He would come down with food, but only to eat it in front of me before leaving me there to 'think about my actions'. My body hurt all over from being chained against the wall, unable to move, and unable to sit. I was tortured by my father. My deepest fear, my first fear. A fear I never told a soul, yet now I had no choice but to share with Trystan. "That was your father." He finally said, breaking our silence.

"Another father of the year," I said as I let out a sigh.

I wasn't sure if I could handle anything else being brought to light. All I could hope was for this to be over soon and for him to get out of my head!