Sansa's pov
"You fool!"
The scary boss slapped me so hard my face snapped to the side. Then another slap by him struck my face, and another and another—until my vision blurred and my lips split open.
I had begged him along the way to spare me, saying I was innocent, and had taken his silence for leniency and understanding; little did I know he was just being calm about the situation until we got to quarters I believe were for workers.
Just when I thought the slaps had stopped, I felt my body lift off the ground before I could work with my instinct to maneuver my body, my body crashed violently against the wall.
I cried in agony as pain engulfed my entire body. I could tell something cracked but my brain couldn't register where or maybe it did because it was everywhere.
"Please… I'm innocent.. I didn't do anything." I tried to beg as tears blurred my already blurred vision. "You can't do this to me.."
"Shut up omega!" The scary boss sneered and I immediately kept quiet.
"You thought that because the prince allows you to go out with him and grants you special privileges, you can do whatever you want and speak to him however you please, Omega?" the scary boss asked with a low, predatory growl as he strode toward me.
I wanted to run. I wanted to stand up. I wanted to get away.
But I couldn't even force my body to move.
Instead, I tried to dodge him, but he was too fast. His hand shot out, gripping my neck tightly before he slapped me hard again.
Blood trickled down my nose.
Just as he was about to slap me again, I gathered as much strength as I could and caught his wrist and twisted it, forcing a groan from him as pain shot through his hand.
I wanted to flip him to the ground to give myself time to run away but he was too strong.
'Pathetic body.' I cursed but the scary boss untwisted his hand in a split second and held me.
I was horror-struck.
"Now you have guts, don't you, Omega?" he growled.
I didn't even have time to react when he suddenly twisted my wrist in return and yanked me toward him, his hand clamping tightly around my throat.
I began to choke.
"Please… please stop," I gasped, clawing at his hand.
"Do you want to die?" the scary boss asked as his grip tightened.
I couldn't speak anymore. I felt blood drain from my face as his fingers constricted around my neck.
I hated how powerless I was in this Omega's body.
I had tried to connect with Sansa's wolf but I couldn't sense her. Was this situation not dense enough for her wolf to help me out?
Fuck I miss my body! If I had been in my real body, I would have effortlessly taken him down.
After Koa scarred me with his consistent bullying before he left, I had trained and become the most powerful wolf in school.
No one ever tried to taunt me without getting a taste of their own medicine. They never walked away the same—especially bullies.
And I hated that I couldn't even make Sansa's wolf do anything.
It was as though I was powerless, wolf-less, even though I knew there was a wolf inside me.
I began reminiscing about the life I had lived. My friends, who I now found out were nothing but scums who would sleep with even a man old enough to be their dad, and then my father, who irritated me more than ever indulging my friends in a sexual act.
I began to feel my whole body panic, my air flow restricted, and I thought about the life I wanted to live with Lucien, how I had envisioned everything to be, being Luna with a king who loves me. Only to find out my mate and boyfriend is a cheat and a fucking psycho.
There's nothing more to live for. They were the reasons I came back. But now.. I was trapped in this useless body and getting tormented.
I didn't know what to do.. Even though there was nothing to live for, I still wanted to live. To start afresh but not like this.
Just when I thought he was about to finish me off or perhaps snap my neck, he suddenly let go and shoved me forward. I hit the ground hard, coughing violently as I tried to catch my breath.
"Take her away," the scary boss commanded. "Have her tied and flogged until she learns not to try this again."
"Yes, chief," the guards said in unison before dragging me up.
"No!" I cried as realization dawned on me. They'd beat me and my chance of escape would be gone.
"No, please! I'm innocent! I did nothing to the prince! He never sent me on an errand!" I cried as fear overwhelmed me.
But no one paid attention as they dragged me roughly down the hallway where I assumed I was to be flogged.
How do I explain that I am the Beta's daughter in this body, how do I explain my fate without sounding like a lunatic?
Fear engulfed me hard.
"Please don't do this," I begged as they forced me down and began tying my hands. "Please, I'm innocent. You can't do this. You don't know who I am. Please, stop."
They ignored me completely, focusing on securing the ropes tightly around my wrists and ankles.
Tears slid down my face as I realized the brutality I was about to endure.
My chest was pressed against the ground. My hands were bound and held in place. My legs were tied apart.
"Please, please believe me. Please don't do this to me. Please. I'm a Lady. This is not how you treat a lady—"
Something was shoved into my mouth, cutting off my words.
I muffled desperately against the stuffing just as a searing lash tore across my back.
A strangled cry escaped me. My body jerked violently as burning pain spread through my skin. Hot tears streamed down my face.
"Please—" I tried to say through the gag.
Another lash struck.
And another.
They came faster now, one after the other. My body shook uncontrollably as the pain intensified, sharp and relentless. I felt like I was going to lose my mind from how unbearably hot and vicious each stroke was.
I wasn't healing.
No. I wasn't healing at all.
Instead, I felt every scorching, agonizing lash.
How could they treat a woman like this? For crying out loud, I am a lady. They couldn't be doing this to me.
But another lash struck me, making me cry as the harsh reality of what they could and were doing it to me shut me up.
But the gag silenced my protests. Tears streamed endlessly down my face.
How has my life been reduced to this?
Oh goddess, please help me. Please. I prayed horror-stricken by the hot lashes.
The lashes kept coming until I was too weak to struggle. My legs stopped thrashing. My body went limp, though the pain still burned through me. I felt like I was fading, like I might give up the ghost under the relentless assault.
"Next time, when you're given an order," the guard whipping me said between strikes, "you obey."
The whip came down again.
And again.
And again.
But I was too weak to react.
"Do you understand?" he demanded, striking me hard once more.
Tears streamed down my face. My body trembled faintly, though I barely had the strength left.
"Do you understand?" he repeated, another brutal lash following.
"Yes… yes, I understand," I whispered hoarsely through the gag.
He struck me one last time making me muffle a cry before finally throwing the whip to the ground.
"Untie her," he ordered the others.
I couldn't move my body. Everywhere felt numb and hot at the same time.
I was sweating profusely.
They removed the stuffing from my mouth. I couldn't even lift myself from the ground.
After untying me, the guards grabbed my arms again and dragged me up. But I couldn't stand properly.
"Take her to her room. And you heard the chief—do not give her food or water."
"Yes." They chorused.
The guard who flogged me moved forward to me menacingly but I couldn't even look up to him, my body shook so violently, my leg was too numb to stand up straight, and my brain wasn't functioning well due to the traumatizing experience I just had.
But I forced myself to speak hoping they would have mercy on me.
"Please.. I need—" I was about to say when the guard interrupted me holding my chin roughly forcing my face up.
My body shivered at his touch.
"If by tomorrow you're not up and doing the work before seven o'clock in the morning, I'll make sure you suffer a much more cruel fate than you just did, do you understand?"
"Ye—yes," I muttered, scared he would whip me again if I hesitated. He pushed my face hard to the side in a brutal attempt to let go of my chin.
Making Tears welled in my cheeks again.
I was unbearably sore at this point. I had never experienced anything so traumatizing in all my years of living.
I was so stricken that I couldn't even bring myself to plan, to think, or to function properly.
The guards led me away roughly. After walking for what felt like forever, stumbling upon my steps and almost falling, we stopped in front of a room. They opened the door and shoved me inside roughly.
I fell hard onto the floor.
I tried to use my arm to break the fall, but it trembled violently beneath me, unable to support my weight. I collapsed fully onto the cold ground.
"Please don't do this. Please, I am not—"
Before I could finish my sentence, the door slammed shut.
The sound echoed through the room.
I broke down, hugging my knees tightly, unable to do anything else.
Was this truly my reality?
When I had begged the Moon Goddess to bring me back, I had imagined something entirely different. I had imagined returning in my own body—not being trapped inside an Omega's body.
I never imagined I would suffer an even crueler fate.
I had never truly hurt anyone. Bullied, yes—especially those who tried to bully me first—but I had never done anything so terrible that I deserved this kind of punishment.
So why was I given such a cruel fate?
Hot tears streamed down my face as I sobbed.
After a while, I turned and tried to steady my trembling hand against the floor to push myself up. My body screamed in protest as I forced myself upright and looked around the room.
It was small.
Small enough that even my bathroom used to be bigger than this.
The sight of the narrow bed made me almost gasp, but the pain coursing through my body overwhelmed every other sensation.
Slowly, painfully, I stood. My legs shook violently beneath me as I dragged myself toward the bed closest to me.
Once I laid on it, I hugged my knees again and resumed crying.
"This is not the life I wanted, moon goddess, this is not the reality I embraced for, please help me.. Please.. I'm.." more tears streamed down my cheeks as I lost my voice.
"Or better still.. please take my life. I don't think I can do this anymore." I murmured as I cried harder.
The memory of the whip engulfed my senses, making me flinch as though I was being whipped right now, and how much my bum hurt so badly overwhelmed me.
"Please.." I murmured as my eyelid closed and I drifted to darkness as my subconscious mind went blank.