A Slave to the Kings

The Thing POV

I felt another cut on my skin and the pain simply added to all the others, to all the cuts I've already received today because of these lashes... There was a time when I cared that begging them to stop would help me at all, but all I got was even worse humiliation.

At one point I thought it was all unfair, but I quickly learned that it doesn't matter, not to me... If it was someone else, then others would try to defend it, but me? I don't have any support.

How many times have I thought I was going to die and wished it were true, but in the end, I just passed out and woke up after a while... Not even Death wants me. Instinctively my lips curved into a brief smile before another lash hit my back.

I don't know how many more lashes there were before they released my wrists, which were bound in chains wrapped around a hook. I fell to my knees, only to hear the laughter of those around me and it wasn't long before I felt my back burning. A cold and very painful liquid poured down my back, a liquid mixed with various healing herbs, but also silver particles, added just to make it hurt more...

"There, it's stopped bleeding! Now get up and finish cleaning the warriors' toilets!" Alpha Julian's voice echoed.

When I'd stopped shouting, they'd gotten angry and their torture had only increased, but I'd adapted and now it doesn't matter what they do, I just don't scream anymore... I've even stopped talking.

I nodded and went to the corner, picked up the old blouse, put it on and walked towards the place indicated. The shed where most of the warriors without companions stayed. It was a disgusting place. They had no idea what hygiene was, but they always wanted everything clean and I was usually the one who cleaned it, or some Omega who was being punished was also sent there.

I went to the place where the buckets, clean water and other cleaning products were and dragged my body until I reached the restroom area as always as they were filthy, there was dirt on all the walls, including the ceiling.

It will take me a few hours to finish cleaning everything and in the meantime the pain is constant, but at least the back pain outweighs the hunger pain. My stomach has become accustomed to receiving little food and I usually drink more water. I heard somewhere that without food the body can live longer, but not without water... Of course, nobody knows that, let alone that I usually eat the leftovers they throw away. When I'm sweeping and see that there's something that can be used, I hide it to eat later.

I don't even know why I do it, after all, without doing these things I would die, well... It's not like that, I told you before, that even when I didn't eat or drink anything, I still woke up after a few days... Alpha had ordered me to eat enough so that I wouldn't die.

I think a part of me still wants a little pain relief because I no longer have any hope. I'm just a slave, a voiceless one, I can't even remember my name...

Pathetic, isn't it? But they've managed to take everything from me, the only thing they haven't taken is my life, but that's just so they can keep torturing me.

I heard the sound of the bathroom door being opened. I already knew who it was, Bryan, the future Gamma, one of the people who loved tormenting my life the most, I was already finishing the job...

"Look at this... The thing..." His voice made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. I'd never liked him, ever since I was a child, I'd always thought there was something wrong...

But I mean, there must be something wrong with everyone for them to enjoy torturing someone... Or I'm probably wrong and it's normal for them to do this kind of thing.

I continue wiping the floor, a little closer to the sinks, the sound of his footsteps goes to one of the places, and I hear the sound of liquid hitting the marble... I realize he's not doing it in the toilet but on the floor.

I took the washcloth to the sink that I was going to leave last, turned on the water and started to wash the fabric, already knowing that I was going to use it to clean the dirty floor where Bryan was. I heard the sound of the zipper being closed and then his heavy footsteps coming towards me, I felt him grab my hair by the ends, hard, and the next second I'm lying on the floor, my face in his piss. My body was already reacting automatically, so I didn't bother complaining, I'd expected something like this, and it's a good thing I had the cloth in my hands.

"Come on, clean up! That's all you're good for, thing."

I adjusted my kneeling position and began to wipe the floor, running the cloth over the floor first, leaving just one end unsoiled, and soon I heard his laugh and he left. I took a deep breath as soon as I was alone again, got up and went to the sink, wiping my face and also the ends of my hair that had gotten dirty.