CHAPTER 37: EIRA’S TORMENT IN PRISON-II

Jason’s POV

"Sure," Luis replied, straightening with pride. "Yesterday, Alpha Roman visited, but I was on leave. He had to get the information from Kane." As Luis said that, he looked at Paul. "Where’s Kane?"

Paul frowned slightly. "I haven’t seen him since he left with Alpha Roman. I’m not sure where he’s gone. I haven’t been able to reach him either."

"You won’t be able to reach him," I told them.

Roman had likely already torn him apart, reduced him to pieces. Once these bastards told us everything what they did with her, they’d be joining Kane soon enough.

"So, Alpha has sent him somewhere for secret work?" Paul concluded.

"He’s somewhere he should be, somewhere Roman has sent him," Lucian replied and then ordered coldly, "continue."

"As I was saying," Luis continued, "after Alpha Kael left her in my hands, I kept her in complete isolation. No contact. No mercy. We treated her like the traitor she was. I had her locked in the coldest, darkest cell. No windows, no light, no bed. Just stone walls and iron chains. We fed her once a day—scraps, barely enough to keep her breathing."

He glanced between Lucian and me, looking for some flicker of approval.

He got nothing.

"It went on for days, but it still wasn’t enough to break her. She stayed quiet, ate whatever was thrown her way, and once in a while, she’d ask to meet her grandparents—as if she still believed she could walk out of there like she had done nothing wrong. That hope... it was infuriating."

He exhaled, then added with something too close to pride, "So we used the final way."

Luis’s eyes darkened with malice. "I ordered my men to start torturing her—whips, beatings, burns—everything we could think of. But it still didn’t feel like enough. In the end, we decided to stop wasting energy being frustrated... and instead used her as our fuck toy."

I saw Paul freeze slightly beside the desk, but Luis didn’t notice—or didn’t care.

"That’s when she finally broke. She begged. She cried. She screamed. I and my men fucked her day and night—whenever we had the chance. Her screams... they were music. A melody that echoed through the walls, and we all enjoyed hearing."

My jaw clenched, but I said nothing.

Luis added with a sick grin, "We even recorded it. The videos. So we could relive the sound of her breaking."

"Videos?" I asked, my voice flat and unreadable.

"Yes," he replied. "We still have them. If Alpha wishes, I can share them with you."

"Go ahead."

The bastard’s eyes lit up, as if I had just praised him for loyalty and honor.

"They’re on my computer," he said, turning to Paul. "There’s pendrive in first drawer. Copy everything onto it and give it to Alpha Jason."

Paul gave a faint hum of acknowledgment and moved toward the desk, but paused when his eyes flicked to Lucian seated in the main chair.

"Don’t mind me," Lucian said casually. "Go ahead."

Paul pulled out the pendrive from the drawer and turned the screen toward himself and began his task.

Lucian’s gaze, sharp and cool as ice, slid back to Luis. "Who else has seen these videos? Who else has copies?"

"I and twenty guards under my command who also fucked her," Luis replied, "and a few friends of mine outside the prison. Oh, they were completely hooked after watching those videos. That bitch had them so riled up, they begged me to let them have a go at her. So, from time to time, I brought them in—let them use her."

He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. "I must say, they were far more twisted than we ever were. We’d gag her and fill all her holes at once, but those bastards... they did things I can’t even bring myself to describe. They drugged her until she couldn’t tell pain from pleasure—until she forgot who she was. She became their perfect little fuck doll. Obedient whore."

Lucian’s picked up the notepad from the desk and tossed it in front of Luis, along with a pen. I could see the veins on Lucian’s arms tightened as he was barely controlling himself from strangling them.

"Write your friends’ names," he said, voice calm—far too calm.

Luis blinked, slightly confused.

I leaned in with a faint smirk. "You don’t expect to be the only one rewarded for punishing a traitor, do you?"

That did the trick. The bastard nodded and picked up the pen, writing names onto the paper like he was doing something honorable.

"Where is she now?" I asked, my voice sharp beneath the surface.

"Must be dead and buried somewhere," he replied with a shrug, still busy writing. "After we used her for about a month, one of my friends suggested we sell her to traffickers. Said it’d be a harsher punishment for her crimes than what we were doing to her. I agreed. It felt right. I sent her off with him to be sold."

"For how much?" I asked again, watching him closely.

"I didn’t care about the money. All I wanted was to make her suffer," he said plainly, finishing the list.

I picked up the notepad, and scanned the page. "Which one sold her?"

"The first two names," he replied without hesitation.

I tore the page neatly from the pad and folded it into my pocket.

Lucian said coldly, turning to Luis, "Everyone involved. Anyone who had a hand in torturing that bitch. Anyone who’s ever watched even a second of those videos. I want them all in the central yard. Now."

Once more Luis and Paul looked startle and confused, and the way Lucian sounded and looked at them, it was indeed not normal.

"But...Now..." Luis fumbled.

Lucian’s cold gaze narrowed at him. "Are your men too busy fucking whores during work hours?" His ordered coldly, "Get them all in the yard. Those who doesn’t have a night shift, ask them to be here in a five minutes, or...."

"I...I’ll gather everyone," Luis blurted, scrambling to his feet before rushing out the door to relay the orders.

Lucian’s gaze slid to Paul.

Before he was even asked, Paul answered in a whisper, "Almost done."

Paul trembled in his place under the cold gazes from me and Lucian, as if he could sense something was terribly wrong.

Yes, wrong. These bastards were still breathing and their hearts were still beating, it was indeed wrong.

Moments later, Luis returned, his tone breathless. "Alpha, they’re all gathered in the yard. The off-duty guards are on their way."

"Good," Lucian said, then shifted his gaze toward Paul. "Are you done, yet?"

Paul nodded shakily and handed over the pendrive with both hands, his fingers twitching slightly.

Lucian took it without a word, then tossed it across the room to Rafe. "Keep it safe."

Rafe caught it, scanned the little device with wicked gaze, and looked back at Luis and Paul.

"Reward time, baby," the evil smirk on Rafe’s lips widened, "Enjoy."

His red eyes gleaming with predatory glint, the smirk on his lips like that of a monster, made Luis and Paul swallow hard.