Page 30 of Psycho Shifters
A large figure barreled into the room and pummeled a fist into my face.
My nose burst, and agony stabbed through my skull.
Lights flashed in my eyes.
In the midst of sheer terror, annoyance flared hot and heavy.
My body was already hideously scarred, and at this rate, my naturally small nose was going to be a crooked mess. Could the universe not let me have anything?
Before I could punch back, my attacker tackled me onto the floor.
All air left my lungs as the much larger weight knocked the wind out of me.
He pinned me to the ground with his massive frame.
Eyes watering from shock, I slammed my right fist repeatedly into their kidney.
Over and over, I pounded my knuckles against his flesh.
They reared back with their fist, and moonlight highlighted a bushy beard and cruel eyes.
It was the beta who had stared at me.
“Why?” My rough voice was too loud in the quiet room.
Instead of answering, he slammed his fist into my nose.
The pain of him smashing my already broken nose was overwhelming, and I screamed in agony.
My mangled voice barely made a sound.
I had screamed so much growing up that I had shredded my voice box. Now screaming was impossible.
When the haze of pain lessened, rage mixed with the agony.
The gross beard quivered against my chin as the beta leaned closer to me. Warm spittle sprayed my face.
“I know you’re a pathetic servant. I’m a friend of Dick’s and recognized you. You don’t belong in a war camp. You’re no alpha. You’re a little bitch, and I’m going to prove it. And when everyone finds out how weak and pathetic you truly are, they’ll thank me for raping you. A woman can’t be an alpha.” He smiled with pure joy.
My stomach rolled at his words.
A cold sweat broke out across my body, and I became hyperaware of where the beta’s heavy body pressed against my own.
Just hearing Dick’s name filled me with terror.
My attacker thrust his hips forward insidiously, and I tasted bile in the back of my throat. For a second, panic consumed me, and I couldn’t move.
Every muscle in my body froze.
“Like that, little servant bitch?” He pawed at my chest cruelly with his hand.
The room spun around me as panic made me weak. Before I passed out, or sunk deeper into terror, I reminded myself to use the element of surprise.
I had kept my left hand tucked into my sweatpants for a reason.
What would the numb do?
Somehow, I found the strength to pull my left hand out of my pocket, where I had hidden the weapon.