If Jayden had thought that was the extent of their torture, he had been wrong. Red wolves were violent and deadly and everyone thought they had become extinct by killing each other off. The Arkansas Pack had discovered there was still a small sect of red wolves, and they didn’t follow Pack Law. And they certainly didn’t play fair in the rules of war. Red wolves loved torture and got off on inflicting pain on others.
Jayden flinched as he recalled the feeling of cold wire being wrapped tightly around his genitals and thigh. Disgust and fear snaked up his spine thinking they were about to amputate his dick. He bit down hard, refusing to scream or to cry out. With every hit of the bat and kick in the ribs he’d only managed to groan out his pain. He wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of screaming.
“Scream for me, Were.” The red wolf’s rancid breath hit his nose as he smiled menacingly close to Jayden.
“Fuck off.” Jayden spat out another tooth he’d lost to the bat. He knew he could regenerate another tooth. If he got out alive.
“I bet I can make you scream. I bet I can make you scream like a little bitch.” The red wolf stood and rubbed the frayed end of an extension cord against Jayden’s bloody cheek. “I bet you‘re gonna scream now.”
Jayden twisted in the air, trying his best to avoid the clamp being hooked to the wire around his penis. One guy wrapped him from behind, holding him still while the other snapped the clamp around the wire.
He twisted and turned and fought upside down and in midair trying to knock the clamp off. But he knew it was useless. The red Were held the frayed part of the extension cord in front of his face, taunting him with the pain that was coming.
Jayden watched wide-eyed as the other Were picked up the other end of the extension cord and held it toward the outlet.
“Did you think you could stop us from having that female? She’s ours now, and we’re gonna take turns using that tight little body until that *’s good and sore.” The Were grabbed his crotch and shoved it in Jayden‘s face. Jayden gagged at the rancid smell.
“That little piece of tail in there is gonna be begging for us to pound her hard.” Both red Weres laughed. “But first, I wanna hear you scream.”Jayden bit back a growl. The sooner he screamed the sooner they would get to Haley. He couldn’t let that happen.
“Go fuck yourself,” he sneered.
The red Were growled. “Light him up!”
Jayden had experienced broken bones, bruised internal organs, and even stab wounds during fights he’d gotten into over the years.
Nothing would have prepared him for what came next. With the extension cord plugged into the outlet, the Were touched the frayed end to the wire around his penis.
Hot angry pain spread from his dick to his balls before traveling throughout his entire body, making all his muscles contract uncontrollably. He wanted to scream, to cry out, but the muscles in his cheek clamped down, refusing to let the pain out as electricity racked his body. Pain, excruciating pain, beyond anything he’d every experience, licked through every muscle and organ in his body until he was sure his heart would stop. He couldn’t even breathe.
If the electricity didn’t stop his heart, he was going to die from lack of oxygen.
Jayden eyes popped open and he looked around. He was in Fayetteville, far from Louisiana. He sucked in deep breaths, the nightmare he’d relieved much too vivid.
He swiped a hand across his sweaty brow and sat up in the Adirondack chair. Night had fallen and the only light came from the neighbor’s back porch illuminating the back yard.
In the end, he had held out. He hadn’t screamed when they had tortured him. Not once. In between shock treatments he had tried to catch his breath so he wouldn’t suffocate with the next round of electrocution.
He must have passed out from lack of oxygen because the next thing he remembered was waking up tied to a chair and hearing Ava’s voice. She had on a little red riding hood stripper costume and was trying to get him out of that strip club where he was tied to a chair.
He discovered later that night that Haley had gotten out and was safe. That was all he had to hear before he passed out as the medical Werewolf Guardians worked on his broken body.
He never told anyone about the shock torture he had endured. He hadn’t even told Barrett when he came to visit him in the infirmary.
It wasn’t anyone business. And he wanted to leave it buried in the past. The funny thing about burying shit was, it had a tendency to sprout roots and want to push itself back up through the dirt like a weed.
In the end it hadn’t mattered. He hadn’t managed to save Haley from being raped.
Jayden stood and headed back inside. He tossed his glass beer bottle in the garbage can as he passed through the kitchen.
He had tried to take advantage of her just minutes ago while she was vulnerable. That didn’t make him any better than those rogue red Weres
He knew without a doubt that there was something wrong deep inside of him. Something that could never be fixed.