Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 155

Chapter 155: That Girl In Prison

Rafe’s POV

We reached the underground dungeons at the far corner of the estate. As the heavy iron door creaked open, we stopped at the top of the massive staircase leading downward. She froze in place to see the way to underground.

Outside, it was a bright day, but down here no sunlight could reach .

I clasped her hand firmly. "Don’t worry. I am with you."

Her response came through as she let her senses calm. I was sure now she was well aware why we were going there.

We descended into the depths, our footsteps echoing against stone walls as the wide corridor stretched before us, lined with lights that banished only some of the shadows. We passed chamber after chamber, each one marked by the remnants of punishment, and I could feel her gaze linger, wary and sharp, as though memorizing everything.

"Here, we only punish the assholes," I told her, "the ones who don’t deserve a quiet death. And today you will witness one yourself."

She didn’t flinch at it, that meant she had made her mind.

We stopped in front of one chamber and I opened the thick and heavy metal door to enter it. I entered first and then led her inside after me so she wouldn’t be scared.

Inside, in the center of the room, there was a man locked in the metal chair, hands, legs, and torso held in place so it wouldn’t move anymore. The face was covered with a dark cloth over his head.

The moment he sensed our presence, he started to make a movement or sound, but nothing happened. Obviously, his shitty mouth was taped.

"Here’s our prey for the day," I told Eira as she stood by the door warily, looking at the man in the chair.

I walked towards the man, "Let me uncover his face and see if you can remember him."

As I reached the chair and was about to uncover his face, I felt anxiousness surrounding her face, her hands gripping her dress.

I uncovered his face anyway.

It didn’t even take her a moment to recognise him as I could see the heavy shift in her expressions. Terror flashed through her eyes as though an old nightmare had stepped out of the dark. She stumbled back, her legs nearly giving way, and braced against the wall beside the door, breath breaking into ragged gasps.

I rushed to her side and pulled her into my arms. She clung to me desperately, burying her face against my chest, her fists tightening around my shirt as though I were her only anchor. Her heart hammered at a frantic pace, each beat thundering in my ears.

Just like in the prison, she held on as if I were her last lifeline, refusing to let go.

"You recognised him, right?" I said, giving her time to absorb the shock. "One of the prison incharge’s friends, who first laid his filthy hands on you in that hellhole, and later helped sell you to the traffickers. I’ve already killed the rest of them, but this piece of shit slipped away. Managed to save his skin for a few more days."

She didn’t respond. She even refused to turn her face and look at him again.

"I know you are scared, you are in pain, but you know why you are here," I continued, my hand caressing her back, "Are you going to be this way forever, frightened and crying over what happened to you? Don’t you want to punish those who hurt you?

"When they were abusing you, the pain you felt, the way they made you feel helpless, don’t you want to make them feel the same pain and helplessness you felt? The worst thing we can ever feel is not the pain, but the helplessness that we couldn’t do anything to stop them. That helplessness is the real torment. Don’t you, for once, want to get out of that feeling of helplessness?

"When they were abusing you, didn’t you feel like hurting them back as well? All you have to do is take that out. What you couldn’t do to them back then, today you have a chance to do it. I am here with you. You can do anything you want and no one’s here to stop you. That bastard is entirely locked to even move a muscle, let alone harm you back. Want me to show you?"

She didn’t want to let go of me, but I felt my words burrowing into her thoughts. I eased her from my chest and guided her to an empty chair, placing it across from the prisoner but at a safe distance.

"Sit," I told her. "Watch. I’ll show you how helpless he really is."

I went to the table that was placed on the right side, which had various tools arranged neatly at the top of it. I picked one sharp tool from it and walked towards the man with the tool spinning it between my fingers with practiced ease as though it were nothing more than a toy.

His eyes were horrid as he knew he wasn’t going alive from here. His entire body seemed to be covered in a layer of thick sweat, failing to struggle even. I could tell it wouldn’t be long till the asshole peed his pants.

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