The Female Alpha’s Sanctuary

Chapter 222

Chapter 222 “I’ll ask you again: What. Do. You. Know?” Benicio simply glared at me, eyes darkening with such heated hatred that I began to wonder how any father could hat e their child like he did. How any wolf could stand to direct such poor treatment. toward his young. But I guess that was a worthless thought. He was the lowest of low. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for the sake of power and authority. Benicio scoffs, turning away and deciding to remain mute. I could feel the itch to rip into him again. Maybe take his other arm or leg to set an example. Sighing, I clench my jaw. Well, I tried. Without a second more, I grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled back sharp enough to make him wince. His scalp undoubtedly had began to burn the tighter I held on. The more I dragged his head down the higher his tone of panic goes. Pain flickers on his expression but he quickly tries to hide it under a scowl. “Hold his jaw open.” Raizel rumbles from across me, “We can’t have him biting his tongue when the water gets too much.” Blue eyes open wide as they slide over to Raizel when realization hits him. I’d ordered the guards to strip him bare. To leave him in nothing but his undergarment. Humiliation always makes one more vulnerable. It always makes one careless when too in deep of anger. And to dear ol’ dad, his reputation and how he looked to others was always his biggest concern.

I gaze over his body, assessing any other weak points we needed to hit. Healed scars and new gashes riddled his body. The noticeable scarring from his missing limb glaring back at me. The reds, pinks and utter destruction of his shoulder remind me of what I did. Of what I took from him. I grin. “You should’ve answered when I gave you the chance.” This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

I use my other hand to hold his jaw open. Prying his mou th apart so he wouldn’t go and try to off himself by biting his tongue, I forced myself to hold back on my strength. My grip is tight and unyielding and I have to admit the deep satisfaction settling in my bones when he starts to fumble under my hold. His sounds of panic and pain as Raizel nears to strap the gag around his mo uth only serve to fuel my thirst. It’s a reality check Raizel doesn’t falter when he shoves the gag in Benicio’s mo uth. He tightens the straps until he’s sure the Beta won’t be able to get it off and steps back. He looks at me, eyes soft but observing. Then he dips forward, lips grazing over my ear as he whispers, “He’s all yours, doll.” Oh, I know. Benicio glares down at me, eyes watching carefully when I look over to the cauldron at the corner of the room. The cauldron filled with iced water. Slowly, I bring my attention back to him. He catches my eye and freezes. I let my smile show and 910% laid my hand on the back of his chair. The second he had an inkling on what was next, he fought harder to get loose. He tried to yank and pull his arm free. Legs tried to free themselves from the binds. All was futile though. I don’t care for the scrapping of the chair, the sound of his cries muffled by the gag go through deaf ears as I drag him toward the cauldron. The squeaks of the wood against stone bounce off the walls but neither Raizel or I say anything about it. Abruptly, I stopped in front of the cauldron and stare into it. My reflection looks back at me. Then I forced his head in. He struggled to breathe, moving around frantically as his muffled screams fall into the chaos of splashing water and rattling chairs. I hold him in hard, feel him stiffen in panic before yanking him

back out. Benicio gasps out into the air, choking and coughing and forcing himself to breathe normally again. He’s shaking so hard from the cold. His skin radiating the bitter bite of the chill from the ice. I know he wanted to yell at me. To curse me. To say anything he could possible think of to hurt me. But he struggled with the gag around his mo uth so the only thing we really hear is the sputtering and choking around the ball. His eyes meet mine and I’m struck with the need to dunk him in again. So I did. Except this time, I held him in longer. I held him until I felt his throat constricting from drowning. Forcing him in and out of freezing water took some time. I spent roughly an hour and a half dunking his head in and pulling him out. The process getting harder and harder as he spent longer and longer in water than he did air. When I peel off the gag at last, he’s still choking. He must’ve thought I would end there. I headed over to the table, pulling out the tiny sharp silver hooks I had specially made. The sound of Benicio struggling to catch his breath fill in the silence of the room. But soon, it would be joined with his screams. 913%