Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

264-Tied In His Room.

'Ah!" A moan escaped my lips as I tried moving my body, but it was numb. Every inch of my body

ached. I was beginning to feel like I had been through a lot now that I was waking up.

'What the hell happ—," My throat felt dry, so I stopped talking. The words were choking me. It wasn't

until the memory of what Pamela did flashed before my eyes that I jolted myself awake. I found myself

on a room's cold floor.

Markus' room, not just any room.

I struggled to sit up, but the lack of light in the room made it difficult for me to look around and see

where he was. He was certainly not in the room.

'Ah! What dho I dho nhow?" I was out of breath, but it was due to the fact that my eyes were scanning

my body while I finished the sentence. I was able to see what condition I was in. There were some bite

marks on my legs and hands, but because the room was dark, I couldn't examine them properly.

Not just any bite marks, but somebody had tried chewing on my flesh and took a heavy bite out of it

every time they bit me.

’What the fuck is wrong with them?” I let out a soft cry when examining my state. At this point, I was

scared for my life. The drug helped me not go through the trauma when he was eating my flesh, but

now that I was awake, I was traumatized.

’I need to get the fuck out of here." I was determined to leave and not become his food.

But how would I leave?

Specially when I was in iron chains.

'Iron chains!'' I gasped, crawling back to meet my back against the wall and stare at the chains in

horror.

That's when I heard a creaking noise coming from the bed.

Fuck!

He was in the same room as me. Of course he was. This was his room, and, being the monster he

was, he enjoyed tying his food to his bed as he slept.

'I am assuming you are shocked why you are waking up here,’ I heard him talk grumpily, making my

heart drop in my chest.

'You must be wondering why I didn't consume you entirely." He asked, getting off the bed and finally

turning on the light. Now that it was all clear to my eyes, I almost let out an agonizing cry when looking

at the bite marks.

'It is because I care about you,’ he whispered, walking over to me, "I love you, Beatrice!" he said and

knelt down, staring me in the eye with a sweet smile on his lips until he started cackling up.

'You thought I would say that, didn't you?" He laughed harder, shaking his head at me in disbelief.

*1 left you because I like watching my prey look back at me in fear when I eat them alive,' he hissed

with a nasty grin on his lips.

He was a sick and twisted bastard, but his mother was the real enabler. She could have prevented it

all, but instead, she gave me to him on a silver plate.

'Let me go; I will bring you food. ' I lied, using whatever means I could use to convince him to let me go.

’No! You don’t understand," he said, shaking his head, "I don't want to eat anyone else. I just want

weredragon meat.' As soon as he said that, I gulped and pulled my knees closer to my chest.

'Oh wait! I didn't tell you that I knew.” He laughed before tilting his head and looking at me with a fake

pout. "Of course, I knew. You and your mother used to talk about it all the time. In fact, your mother sort

of gave you away. I caught her in the fields the other night, and she promised me to send you here. I

am assuming she only lied to save her ass but I got you anyway, so I am not complaining,' he

shrugged, making it seem so causal and that was the even scariest thing.

'Those girls—," I stuttered, barely even able to hear my own voice. "Did you kill those girls?" I asked

him, with terror engulfing me. I knew what kind of answer I was going to get, and that answer would

terrorize me even more.

'I knew you knew, but why didn't you do anything? If you have done anything about it sooner— ah! It

was because you wanted to know more about my drawings. You wanted to know if there is any way

you can bring that asshole alpha king back to life.' He laughed when staring at my face with a smile

that called me stupid in a million different ways.

'I knew you were interested in those pictures, so I drew one that would make you happy. I left bread

crumbs so that you will not open your mouth before anyone and will keep me alive thinking you will get

answers from me." His evil laugh and way of talking stunned me.

He lied about my ability to resurrect someone. Of course, he did. I was not a wizard, but just a

weredragon.

'Awe! Don't cry now. It’s not like he could come back to you. You're not supposed to live either,' he said,

shaking his head, pouting, and waving his finger. "You were never supposed to stay alive," he sighed.

’What do you mean by that?' I asked him, with tears forming in my eyes. He knew about me; of course,

he did.

'A weredragon baby! The baby who was going to give us strength was supposed to stay dead,

Beatrice!" he commented. ’You know you were brought into the werewolf land only to be fed to the

werewolf babies, did you not know that? Did nobody ever tell you how important you were back in the

day when the werewolf baby was dying?’ he asked, making me feel this chilly air around my body that I

couldn't explain to anyone.

I was supposed to be fed to the weredragon baby.