The Lycan King

Nikolai

"Ple??please l-le-et me go....I wi-will give you anything y-you wa-want....t-take my pack i-if you want it." Gonzalez begging pathetically.

"That pack was never yours to begin with. And there is nothing in this entire world that you can offer me to let you fuckface go." I felt his bone crunch under the force of my punch. It was so loud that it vibrated through my ears. I heard his scream, but it only fuelled my anger. It only pushed me for more.

Grabbing his hair, I pummelled his face over and over again. It had been two hours since I had started beating the fuck out him. I could feel Dimitri's and Mikhail's gaze on me. They watched as I mercilessly tortured him. They felt my fury, my wrath and they saw me as I completely lost it. They understood my anger and didn't interfere. Coming in my way right now wouldn't end well. In the past two hours, I didn't stop once, and nor did his screams.

My thirst for his blood has not been sated. The fury was still boiling inside of me, threatening to kill him. But I was not done. I was not even close to being done. In fact, I was just starting. I was going to make him bleed. He would pay in the most horrific way.

We had a?long?way to go until I would be anywhere near being satisfied. What Gonzalez didn't realize was that I was just as deranged as him. I punched him again and his head snapped back before, falling forward. He groaned in pain, his blood dripping all over him.

His cheeks were black and blue and his eyes were so swollen that he couldn't even open them properly. His jaw had a cut deep enough to reveal his bone. And blood mixed with spit was pooling out of his mouth, falling down on his body.

The only thing holding him up was the chain that attached the cuffs on his wrists to the bolt on the ceiling. It gave me access to his entire body and he could move enough to give me satisfaction of seeing him sway around under the power of my blows.

I picked up a dagger and trailed the sharp end down the side of his face, letting him feel the cool metal without breaking his skin. I wanted him to be scared. I wanted him to feel his ever-looming death??close but not quite here yet.

His eyes trailed the dagger as I lowered it down the side of his body and then finally plunged it in his thigh. A scream tore through his mouth but after two hours of screaming, his voice was almost gone. I pulled it out and Mikhail immediately stepped forward, pushing a towel against the wound to stop it from bleeding.

I have only just started. I can't have him bleed to his death yet. It would be far too easy of a death for him.

"How does it feel, huh?" I sneered. "How does to feel to be on the receiving end?" My voice was filled with hatred as I trailed the dagger over his chest, letting him feel the metal again.

His head rolled back and he was about to pass out again. The palm of my hand met his cheek with a resounding crack, "don't you fucking dare."

He then had the audacity to glare at me. A harsh laughter left my lips. He could barely open his eyes and here he was, challenging me.

I pressed the dagger a but harder, making a small incision and his gaze quickly lost all heat. There were already multiple cuts and wounds on his body, I didn't want him to loose too much blood. "Pl..plea-plea-se.." He whimpered. "Do..on-tt..."

"Is this how Avalyn begged you?" I growled in his face, holding his throat with my other hand. "You didn't stop, then why should I?" I squeezed his trachea. His eyes widened when he felt the lack of air, till he was suffocated.

I heard his heart skip a beat and his eyes rolling backwards. I released my grip just before he would have passed out and then heard him take in a swoosh of breath.

"Remember this. Every breath you take is mine, every second you live, it is because of me. You are at my mercy. Your worthless little life is mine. I can kill you in a second if I want. But I won't. I'm?never?going to kill you." There was pure, unadulterated fear in his eyes. "I'm going to torture you every single day of your miserable life you till shrivel up and die out of old age. Which will be centuries from now." My voice was low and filled with vengeance, hatred, menace and promise. He knew. This life was worse than death, worse than hell. I will do him worse than what Hades ever will.

And then I smelled the terrible stench. The fucker pissed himself.

Dimitri burst into a fit of laughter. A smile curved my lips. He was only now realising just how terrible we were going to make his life.

I picked up the lighter and flicked it open and brought it right in front of his face, making him shut his terror filled eyes. And then I took a lock of his floppy blond hand set it alight.

His ear piercing scream rocketed off the walls. "Pl-ple-please....n-no...no... I'l-I'll d-do an-anyt--anythin-anything.....p-plea-please.... I- I'm so..s-sorr-sorry."

I grinned, seeing it burn. I've always loved fire, more so after I found out that fire doesn't burn me. The rest of his hair soon caught on fire and before I know it, all his hair fell off and the fire extinguished. The skin of his skill was melting and I'm sure it will peel off soon too. His entire head was angry red which third degree burn marks and boils all over. The whites of his eyes were turning redder by the second as the blood rushed to his head.

His roar of screams bounced off the walls of the dungeon and pierced my ears. I smiled. This is just a start. I'm going to break him. I'm going to break his?soul. All he will ever know is pain and misery.

Then his eyes slowly started dropping which meant he is about to faint.

"Water." I snapped my fingrr and Timothy, a guard, stepped forward and poured ice cold water with salt in it?? to marinate his wounds.

"How is the makeover?" I asked.

"He looks prettier like this," Dimitri chuckled.

"I think he still needs a fist reconstruction of his face, Alpha." Mikhail too, chuckled. "Can I have a go?" Mikhail asked.

I stepped back in reply and watched my brother take his turn, punching and kicking and breaking bones.

I heard the crack of his rib and Gonzalez's scream echoed in the dungeon. "N-n..no..." Mikhail didn't stop. His screams and wails filled the dungeon. It was music to my ears. The fucker deserved every single thing he got.

brother avenged his Luna. I watched as he took his anger out. My brothers were almost as furious with

half an hour, my hands started itching to draw blood again. I stepped ahead and Mikhail immediately

ears. I released

this knife is my favourite?" I asked and didn't wait for his answer, "it's because it's the most painful. It makes all your blood rush to it, it makes it

started crying.

"Beg me, Gonzalez. If I like it, I'll

that came in my mind was Ava begging him to stop and him not stopping. He was the face of her nightmare. I had seen how tortured she looked just in her sleep. And more anger filled

the knife and twisted it, hearing the sound his bones and muscles tanging and mashing and the gushing of his blood. Another delicious scream ripped from his throat and my eyes slid shut

fall unconscious. He

stepped back. "Have your chance and mend him for me later. I'll be back in a few hours." I told Dimitri. "Also, once Andrei comes back, let me know," I grunted

on the dinner table. I knew Ava would be in the kitchen, preparing the meal so I had sneaked into the bathroom to take a quick shower to get rid of the blood and smell. I didn't want her to see me like that. Just because I'm a monster doesn't mean I need to show it to

Andrei and Mikhail? I can't

are busy." I replied. Max and Natalia are missing too? What the fuck is

and

really eating. She was just playing with her food. "What

you kill him?"

know how to put it to her. I didn't know how to beat around the bush so I

and I

at my mercy. At my torture."

"Like he kept me."

shifted in her seat at

vicinity, even if he was tied up, I will move him to the dungeon at the pack house. I've only kept him here for my

me, I think I lost my appetite." And just

She'll come around.

my office and worked for a couple of hours before I went back down to the

the corner, with his t-shirt missing and wearing board shorts. He had drops of blood over his torso but he didn't care. He had a cooler on his side and there was a beer bottle

"Having fun?" I snapped.

to say cheers. "Immensely. Wanna see something fun?" And then he tossed the beer from his bottle on Gonzalez who was

alcohol touched him, Gonzalez let out a whimper mixed with a groan and a sizzling sound came out

a werewolf's wounds react to beer like that." Dimitri grinned like it was the most fascinating thing

beating him up, it was time to start his 'training'. I'm going

at Timothy and he immediately stepped forward

with silver on my orders from the bag and went ahead and tightened it around his neck. His skin sizzled again and he started choking a little. "You are my slave from now on.

out the leash and attached it to the collar and yanked him just for the heck of it. He

hissed at him. He was on the floor, lying pathetically, not even having the

hard kick in the

"Arghh." He screamed.

and he hissed himself up. He was barely able

bag. As ordered, it was the smallest one available. I grabbed his dick and

cage on, squishing

his voice hoarse as tears

so that you will forget yourself.

his

And I'm not going to kill you. And no one will. If they do,

spreads fast and no one will dare do something as silly as killing him

I ordered as I took out the silver tipped whip

saw it and opened another bottle

because it wasn't silver tipped. The marks that I will trace on his body will never

both stood on either side of him and started whipping the shit out of him, relishing his blood spraying in the air with every

were non-stop. At one point, he lost his voice again. With every lash, with every drop of

his front. Once his back was one big bloody mess, we stopped. The entirety of his back was

of the momentum but then got back

almost full bottle

and wiggled and thrashed on the floor as his skin burned and sizzled. A little smoke rose in the air before the smell assaulted my nose.

I snapped my

came forward and poured salted water over him, for the third