Mated to alpha triplets at all-boys school Chapter 96

Ashley pov

I realize I’ve been out only when I’m suddenly awakened, brought to my senses, with a splash of ice-cold water in my face. The blindfold is removed from my eyes, but it takes a while for my eyes to adjust to the lighting, as poor as it is, around me.

Sucking in a deep breath, I look around in wonder. I think I know this place..

“Ash, I know this stench,” Sam suddenly whispers from the back of my head, as if she’s scared someone might overhear her.

Of course, no one could as only I can hear her, so the fear feels a little irrational. However, I can’t blame her either as sometimes, fear makes us all do and believe the weirdest things.

“I think I’ve seen this place before,” I reply, keeping my words in my thoughts so as to not bring too much attention from whoever might be around.

“Sniff the air around us, you’ll see I’m right,” she insists, slowly backing away into a darker part of my mind, shielding herself from every possibility.

Sometime’s Sam is too timid. I get why, of course, no one could be themselves after the abuse both of us suffered, I just wish I could bring her out of the shell of fear one day.. She deserves so much better. A human part of her soul that is stronger and fights harder for her.

And yet, here I am, scared into the deepest corner of what feels like a concrete box with no one but myself in sight. Even the person, whoever they were, who threw the bucket of water on me is nowhere in sight.

I can’t help but wonder why all of this secrecy is needed. Then, I remember Sam’s words and sniff the air a little. She’s right, I know this stench too.

While my knees shake badly, I still brace myself and get on all fours to crawl closer to the light, at least to steal a glance to my surroundings and find an answer I seek here.

“Be careful, Ash, we don’t really know much about this place even if it feels familiar. Just be careful and make sure you don’t get hurt,” Sam whispers, her voice breaking here and there, making some words too broken for me to hear and understand.

I don’t answer, just nod, thinking the action is enough to let her know I understand her worries. Slowly, as I creep closer to the light, I realize there are thick iron bars, separating me from the rest of the world and the moment I understand where I am, panic seizes through my whole being.

“No,” I whisper, forcing myself into some weird state of denial. “It can’t be, I can’t be back here.”

“I knew I recognized the damn place by the stench alone,” Sam adds, enforcing the understanding of our predicament.

In an attempt to hide away, I accidentally bump into something, possibly a metal bowl, and toss it over, freezing at the sound of it echoing against the walls.

Soon after, steps near me and I have to hold my breath, hoping I could disappear before anyone notices that I’m here, awake and aware.

But no such luck comes, of course. No longer than a few seconds later, two guards stand at the cell bars, looking down at me like I’m dirt under their feet, worth nothing.

“Look at that, the escaping mutt is awake, isn’t that our luck?” One of them laughs, bringing my eyes to him.

I know that face. Back in the day when I was first dragged to this pack of monsters, he was one of the first men who beat me up, claiming he’s teaching me the right ways about submission. Ever since he got the first taste of my blood, he was adamant to get another fix whenever he pleased.

Even in times when I didn’t do anything wrong, talk back or act up, even then he would find a reason to put his hands on me and laugh while I cried out in pain. I hate him. I hate him so much.

What hurts more than their gazes on me is the full realization that I’m back in the pack of murderous, vicious, inhuman garbage people, hidden under the main house, locked in a prison cell.

“They will hurt us. The look in their eyes, we’ve seen it before, they’re excited,” Sam mutters and shuts me out for good, leaving the statement as a parting gift for me to deal with.

One of them reaches his hand out of my view and pulls a bowl full with what looks like leftovers from different foods. It looks old and smells bad, with flies rounding the bowl, desperate to get their fix of the rotten stuff they love so much.

I cringe at the stench right as the asshole throws the contents of the bow at me, not bothering to open the cell and toss the whole bowl inside. “Eat, mutt, we can’t have you starving under our watch, can we?” He laughs, giving his awful friend a high-five for a joke that isn’t funny.

Carefully, I try to scoot away from their view, slowly so as not to catch their attention, but I fail. Their eyes focus on my attempt and both of them let out loud, menacing growls before the second man grips the bars of my cell, clearly angered by my action. “I said you fucking eat, so you eat. I want to see you lick all the food until there’s no more left.”

Even without doing what they demand, I’m feeling sick, ready to projectile all over the place. My lack of response pisses them off so much that they unlock the cell and step inside. One of them grabs my arm and the back of my neck while the other uses his feet to gather the rotten food into one pile.

Then, the guard who’s holding me twists my arm until I scream in pain and forces my face into the pile, laughing along with his friend and encouraging me to enjoy the meal they prepared specifically for me.

I manage to block them out, and manage to ignore their doings the same I’ve done many times before. What hurts the most is that I’m back to the old days of being mistreated, hurt, humiliated, bullied.. I don’t know if I’ll ever have a chance to get out of here again..