Yeon's POV
My breath is coming out as pained gasps, each breath I drag feels like a stab in the chest. I feel like I'm dying.
The rope keeping me tied to the table is cutting into my flesh, rubbing my naked skin raw, and it hurts too much.
"Water" I scream out, my throat is dry from hours of screaming non-stop and my nails are dirty from clawing at the bastards.
My heat lasted for two days and the last alpha for the last wave just walked out, the man is whistling a merry tune while I watch his back, my entire body aches.
I haven't moved from here by myself for the past two days, I haven't sat up on my own, I have even been fed while laying down.
Two muscular alphas have been responsible for cleaning me up, they would carry me to the bathroom and wash me, lathering me with the harsh soap that burns my raw skin.
And when they find me clean enough, they 'check' on me by touching me in ways that made me throw up twice, I marked their faces and I know their names….
