Page 100 of Forever My Siren Luna

Lachlan kissed my head, then walked off with Jack, the two alphas discussing the arrangements for all the extra men to travel to the border.

“Well, I’ll be. The things a man will do for love,” Cherum stated, staring at the two alphas with amazement.

“Indeed,” Meldec commented, watching while perched on his horse. "Ced would have loved to see a humbled Captain Jack."

I was just about to mount my horse when Mimi’s doctor came running into the sables, pushing through warriors as they were preparing for departure while frantically yelling my name.

“LUNA! LUNA ELELIRA!”

I stared in confusion as he found me. He was panting heavily to catch his breath.

“What is it?” I asked, giving him my arm to steady him. We have the attention of most around us now.

“It’s Miss Niomi, Luna. Niomi,” he continued to pant, sweat pouring down his face. He must have been looking for me everywhere among the warriors departing from the castle. There are a great many and I must not have been easy to find.

“What has happened to Mimi?” I asked, now feeling worried.

He looks from me, to the men behind me, then back at me again, searching for the words to tell me whatever has him so frantic.

“She…. She has collapsed. Her heart, Luna. It is giving out.”

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The sounds. That’s something I will never get used to. The sounds of endless chaos and depravity going on around me. The sounds echo off the walls, amplified by our own fears. The sounds are what breaks you first.

Everything has gotten worse over the past few days. The normal sounds, well, as normal as they can become when you are living in a literal hell, have been overrun with constant torturous cries and chants for destruction.

Whose destruction, I don’t know, but the pack or kingdom they are after now must be something powerful. Something big. Through the bars in the window that give us a sliver of a glimpse of the outside world, we have seen hordes and hordes of demons and dark fae of every kind marching through the pavilion. They all seemed ready for war.

Our master has not paid us a visit in several days either.

That is completely out of character for the wretched filth. He rarely goes a day without defiling our bodies. He seems addicted to the screams of the newer girls housed in the rusty, filth-covered cages at the end of the room that is no better than a dungeon.

Those of us who have been here the longest have learned how to play the game. The game of survival. When we act as though we concede, no longer fighting the brutality done to us, we no longer have to be subjected to the acts performed on us by the other monsters housed here.

Just the king of the monsters. The ruler of the damned. That’s the only one we have to tolerate, feigning enjoyment of the act. Nothing is ever enjoyable here. Not even remotely close. You will find no similarities to anything warm or satisfying here. Far from it.

This place is utter hell, ruled by the devil himself.

But, when you learn to tolerate letting the devil degrade your body and suck the life out of the air around you, you get things your maddened mind thinks it needs, like moldy bread and maggot-infested soup.

He even requires only those he is solely privy to indulge in to bathe before seeing him. When you live for weeks, even months in a cramped cage, covered in your own waste and body fluids, and the fluids of countless others, only getting cleaned from a hose with sulfuric water sprayed directly at you once a week, that seems to just worsen your smell, making your insides feel as rotten as the outside of your body smells, the cold baths with lye soap you get as one of his pets feel like a luxury.

Watching the girls whimpering and crying in the cages right now, from where me and the other surviving woman are lying on sour-straw-filled mattresses almost makes me feel grateful for the hard, fuzzy green bread I’m trying to bite into right at this moment.

Almost.

Suddenly, a ruckus from right outside the room could be heard, getting louder and louder every drawn-out second. A monstrous voice was bellowing loudly, pain laced in his deafening sounds.

Irrita and I gasped, falling into one another when the sound of a woman’s mad laughter filtered through all the other noise.

“SHE BIT IT OFF! THE WHORE BIT IT OFF!”

“That’s what you get, you rank dick, bird fucker! It wasn’t very much to bite off anyway.”

“YOU BITCH!”