Rejected Their Broken Luna Chapter 146: Chap-146*Very Calm*

Cynthia Dion:

"You came here for him?" I realized she had no real concern for me; she had taken all these risks solely for him.

"I can't bear to see him this broken, Cynthia. He shouldn't be in love with you. You shouldn't have shattered his heart and trust. Don't you ever feel like you missed out on a good chance with him? What is it about Mr. Holt that made you turn into such a... mess for him?" Despite her accusations, she didn't come across as cocky or arrogant. Her genuine distress was evident as she tried to comprehend why I had chosen Mr. Holt over Atticus.

"I don't know what to say to you. Even if I deny all of it, you won't believe me," I sighed, avoiding her gaze. "I never liked Mr. Holt," I admitted, my eyes drifting away from her face.

"Then why did you marry him? Were you trying to punish someone, or what?" She asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.

"Nope! I was trying to save my sister and myself from being sold to someone because Atticus abducted me for a few days," I recounted the events that had set it all in motion.

"But you were in a relationship with Mr. Holt before that, weren't you?" She sat up straight, seemingly reluctant to accept my explanation.

"Did Atticus tell you all this?" I asked, studying her closely.

"No! Mr. Holt told my father everything about you and him, how you two fell deeply in love, and how you often asked for his financial help. My friends and I also saw you with Mr. Holt after midnight on several occasions," she explained with a somber expression. "Atticus would have been a better choice," she added, her tone suggesting regret.

Just as she had started to settle down and distance herself from her concerns, the door swung open, and Gary entered. Fear immediately washed over her face, as she too recognized the dire situation she was now in.

"Ah! Look who woke up!" He placed the groceries down and removed his long coat. "I tried looking for a vampire, but the lad was occupied, so you know what I thought?" He spoke shamelessly because he knew I had already explained to her why she was confined in a cage. "How about I volunteer tonight, just for a warm-up?" His eyes gleamed with lust as he leered at Rosalie's body.

"What is he saying?" Rosalie turned to me, her eyes filled with confusion. I remained silent, my mind racing as I plotted a plan.

I was contemplating a way to help Rosalie escape this nightmare. I was still trapped here with him, and it was clear that no one cared about my suffering or the lasting damage this torture would inflict on me. I couldn't rely on anyone else to come and save me.

If there was anyone who could fight for me, it had to be me.

"Cynthia! Please tell me he's lying," Rosalie implored, her fear of him evident in her desperate questions. Her vulnerability tugged at my sympathy.

"How can you sit so calmly?" she shouted, tears streaming down her face.

"I can't think clearly when I'm not calm," I responded in a tranquil tone, causing her to lower her hands from her face and gaze at me in silence.

"What?" She frowned, clearly unsatisfied. "I wouldn't be surprised if you're looking forward to my agonizing cries," she muttered through her sniffles, her heavy breathing making her almost inaudible.

"Not everyone is a sadist," I assured her, my eyes remaining fixed on Gary.

"If I could just reach my cellphone, I could send my location to Enzo. He'll find a way with Atticus," Rosalie said, crawling to the corner and rocking back and forth in desperation.

"If! If we could somehow get out of this cage to reach the phone, I'm pretty sure escaping on our own would be much easier," I remarked, leaning my head back and keeping a close eye on Gary's every move.

"Why the hell aren't you scared and crying for help?" Her primary concern seemed to be my unusual calmness, as she found it hard to believe that I remained so composed.

"Well, doing that for years didn't help. So the only help I need now is from my wolf," I shrugged my shoulders and managed a weak smile.

"Alright! Is there any particular drink you prefer?" Gary strolled over to Rosalie's cage and squatted down, displaying a bottle of vodka and red wine. "Although there'll be a little twist added to it. I suppose a bit of alcohol will help ease the humiliation," essentially admitting that what he had in mind for her would be nothing short of torture.

"P-please, just let me g-go, please!" Rosalie stuttered softly, trying to compose herself. "Please," she pleaded once more. If only pleas and tears could save someone, I wouldn't be in this situation right now. I'd cried enough over the years to learn that asking for help from anyone was futile.

"Hmm, that's not an option. Any other desires?" He appeared quite bored already, eager to get to his sinister plans. My gaze fell on his pants, and the fact that her tears had already aroused him filled me with dread for her.

"Alpha wi--ll be looking for me; I have to---ld him that I am coming here," she bluffed. At least it would have been a better decision if he looked scared, but he didn’t look slightly worried, and I wondered why.

"Ah! The fact that you didn’t know the exact location and I had to send my man to guide you to here just proves you are a liar and you deserve what will happen to you tonight," this man was a pure narcissist and a sadist pervert.

"But I can fulfil your last wish of talking to your friends and family. How about I record you on your phone and send the video to everyone? Or a better option," he ran towards the bags and pulled her phone out and slammed it on the floor, "Let’s kill this evil," he grunted, stomping on the phone and completely breaking it.

"AHH! No!" she started wailing loudly. Obviously, she was relying on calling someone for help, and now that it was lost, she was hopeless.

"Enough with the tears," he straightened his posture. "I have to send your videos to some powerful individuals to see if anyone is willing to bet a good amount of money on you after tonight," he adjusted his coat and then walked over to his chemical supplies to prepare an injection.

I knew he was filling it with wolfbane and silver. He returned to the cage, wearing a glove, and pulled the chain so that her foot was within reach.

"NO! SOMEBODY, PLEASE HELP!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. Her cries grew more desperate as he injected her with those wicked poisons, and her body quickly weakened.

"Ah! You'll get to see it all," he remarked, removing his coat and opening the cell door for Rosalie. It was time. If I didn't take action now, she would be lost.

He began removing her body from the cage in a brutal manner, lacking the courtesy to handle her gently; instead, he dragged her roughly towards the bed. I silently watched the horrific scene unfold until he finally picked her up and laid her down on the bed. My body trembled, but I kept my composure.

'Thea! You wanted to help; now is your time,' I whispered to her, allowing her to take control just enough to avoid arousing suspicion.

'Alright, I'll be ready with a backup plan, but you'll have to handle this on your own,' she instructed me. Over the next few minutes, as Gary prepared himself by taking pills, she conveyed to me what I needed to do.

'Got it,' I replied, preparing myself for the first step.

"That is unfair," I said, getting on my feet and reaching for the bars as much as I could with the chains on my feet. He gulped the wine down and turned over to look at me.

"You knew my history. I love romance, sex, and seduction, yet you brought someone else for that. Is this your way of punishing me?" I said, using a sultry tone. A gulp ran down his throat, and I couldn’t help but chuckle.

"I bet I can make you release faster than you can imagine. Why don’t you give me a try? Are you afraid I will make you my little bitch?" I tilted my head and smirked at him. He was silently watching me, but the glass in his hands was shaking now.

"You can try her later if I fail to please you," I licked my lips, and he followed my action with his eyes. I had my hands on my dress as I lifted it up and exposed my soft, juicy thighs to him.

"But you are not healed yet, and I don’t want you to get ---," he was talking so softly and miserably that I feared he would start crying any moment.

"Don’t worry, there is more to offer than just my pussy!" The word from my lips shuddered his body, and then he saw what I was doing.

I have slipped my hands into my underwear and closed my eyes as if I were pleasing myself.

"I didn’t want to ruin you because I have experiments to do, but now that you insist, I believe I --- can’t resist," he spoke, rubbing his hand on his dick from over the pants.