Bagnio
Elisa gritted her teeth, her spirit unbroken, but the iron chain Leila had fastened around her wrist left her feeling powerless.
Leila pushed Elisa to move, she had no choice but to follow, her destination shrouded in uncertainty. Elisa had no idea where they were taking her.
But when they reached their destination, the sight that greeted Elisa ignited a seething fury within her. Several females were gathered, bathing in a setting that reeked of objectification and degradation. They had been chosen as werewolf sex slaves, their lives reduced to a cruel fate of servitude.
While werewolves might have had their own relationships, the demand for additional companions was evident in this dehumanizing practice. Elisa's blood boiled with rage as she took in the abhorrent scene.
Elisa clenched her fists, her knuckles turning white as she braced herself for what was to come. But before she could react, Leila exerted force and pushed her into a massive bathtub. Water cascaded out in a tumultuous splash, drenching Elisa and momentarily stealing her breath.
As Elisa regained her composure in the cold, churning water, she shot a glare at Leila, who watched her with an icy, calculating expression.
Leila (beta)
Take care of this bitch and get her ready for the evening
With a last lingering stare filled with malice, Leila left the bagnio, her purpose fulfilled. Elisa found herself surrounded by a group of girls, and their hushed conversations filled the air.
Some girls laughed, their voices filled with a bitter, resigned humor, while others remained silent, their eyes reflecting the weariness of their souls.
Elisa struggled to rise to her feet, her hands still bound together. She took in the disheartening scene in the bagnio and noticed that all the girls there were human, forced into a life they hadn't chosen
But then, a young girl, perhaps fifteen or sixteen years old, drew Elisa's attention. Her youthful innocence clashed with the grim reality of their surroundings, and her presence tugged at Elisa's heartstrings.
But the brief respite was shattered by a sudden lash that cut through the air, the crack echoing in the bagnio. Elisa's back bore the brunt of the whip, yet she didn't utter a sound.
The source of this cruelty was the omega, who loomed over Elisa with a menacing presence. Elisa met the omega's piercing blue eyes with her own defiant gaze, her resolve unbroken despite the agony that coursed through her.
Anne (omega)
I'm astounded at how eager you are to look into my eyes
Anne (omega)
Your arrogance amuses me, hunter.
The revelation that Elisa was a hunter sent shock waves through the other captives in the bagnio. Whispers spread like wildfire, filling the room with a chorus of voices.
random girl
She... She is a hunter.
Random girl 2
So, she is the one, is that right?
The words buzzed around Elisa, and she felt the weight of their curiosity and judgment. But the moment was short-lived as the maid intervened, her sharp command cutting through the rising cacophony.
The bagnio fell into a hushed tension, but the curiosity and uncertainty lingered.
Elisa's unyielding demeanor had halted the entire room's activity. The omega's steely gaze bore into her, and the tense atmosphere was electrified with anticipation.
The omega's anger flared her impatience evident as she clenched her teeth and prepared to strike Elisa with the whip. Elisa's audacious behavior had earned her the ire of her captor, but she was undeterred.
Anne (omega)
You filthy person, how dare you show me this attitude?
Just as the whip was about to lash out, another girl, intervened. She reached out and grabbed the omega's hand, halting the impending blow.
Bonnie (omega)
Anne, what are you doing?
Bonnie, who had intervened. Elisa stood there, her poise unbroken, as she cast her unwavering gaze upon Anne. The intensity of their silent communication was palpable, as if the fate of everyone in that room rested on the unspoken words passing between them.
Elisa released a heavy sigh, breaking the silence that had enveloped the bathroom. She turned to face Bonnie, locking her gaze to those glowing eyes.
Elisa
As you can see, my hands are chained, so I can't bathe.
Elisa's simple statement exposed her predicament. Her hands were shackled, rendering her unable to bathe herself.
Anne's initial reaction was to respond with aggression, as if to assert her dominance. She prepared to strike Elisa once more, but Bonnie intervened.
Bonnie (omega)
Did you not hear Ms. Leila's words?
However, Anne appeared less inclined to relent. In a moment of frustration, she pulled her hand away from Bonnie's grasp and departed from the bagnio.
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