CASSIDY'S POV
Once I was out of the pack house, I let out a long sigh, but I was still consumed with rage. Although I have no idea what was going to happen once the time frame elapsed, I am going to do everything in my power to make sure they feel more than the pain that I am feeling right now.
Once I arrived back home, Brielle rushed over to my side; it was like she had been waiting for me, her eyes lowered and etched with concern for me that even if I was previously told about her plot towards me, there was no way that I would have been able to believe that.
"Cassy! How are you feeling, where did you run to?"
"I went to get some air; I was feeling stuffed," I muttered and started walking towards the stairs, seeing she was about to grab my arm and rest her head the way she previously used to do; I immediately pulled my arm away, and her eyes widened.
"I am exhausted Brielle and need some rest"
"But you just woke up and haven't even had anything to eat"
"I will be fine!" I finally snapped at her and that was all it took for her to get away from me.
Once I was back in my room, I locked up the door, feeling my chest grow in deep pain; the memory of what had happened flooded my brain, and no matter how I tried to get rid of it, it felt so impossible.
My thoughts were interrupted by a loud banging on the door, and before I could get the chance to open up, Mother made use of her spare and immediately forced it open.
I quickly rose to my feet; my heart grew heavy, knowing fully well that the expression on her face can sometimes get brutal.
"Mother!"
"What are you doing here or don't you understand that today is the full moon and you have a lot of work to do!"
She snapped and I could tell that father had left for work. With each moment that he was around, she was usually so sweet, but his absence made her grow cold to me.
"Come with me!" She ordered, and without hesitation, I followed, but halfway through the basement, it crossed my mind that I was no longer that girl she treated like trash; I could finally say no and stick to it.
"Mother!" I called as we stood before the dark basement, her attention back at me with curiosity.
"There are servants around the house for such chores and besides I don't see why I have to clean the basement on a day like you and I know it's fully important"
I stood my ground, yet I was still afraid to look her in the eyes. But it was just as expected; she was powerful and had put me through so much trauma that it was only right that I was afraid of her.
She gritted her teeth as she listened to me speak; her eyes were immediately consumed with unspeakable rage, and without hesitation, she slammed me really hard.
Like that was not enough, she slammed me again and again, but just as she was about to go the fourth time, I grabbed hold of her hand while it was still in the air and hung it right there.
Her eyes widened so that it felt like it was going to pull out of its socket; her lips gasped in disable as she stared at me.
"Cassidy, did you truly just do that to me?"
"I won't let you treat me like that ever again!" I announced and started walking out of her, but that was a wrong move that I instantly regretted.
As I slammed out of the door, there were two of her men who did not hesitate to forcefully grab me and pin me to the ground. Mother slowly walked out of the basement, her heels not falling to announce themselves and she stood before me.
"Somehow, it seems like you have suddenly grown some sort of courage overnight; let's help you cut off those wings before they become too much for you to bear!"
She announced and one look at the men, they knew exactly what to do as they dragged me out of there and took me to the torture room.
My heart began to race fast; the torture room had always been my greatest weakness with her; I hated everything about that place and what it always did to me.
"Please, Mother, I made a mistake; I am sorry, I am going to go ahead right now and clean it up, please!"
I cried out desperately, trying to force myself out of their arms, but I knew that it was a waste of time.
Once they placed me right on the hot chair and pinned down both my hands and legs, tears trickled down my cheek; this place had become a trauma to me, which I was always so afraid to face.
The room was dark, but once we were in there, there was a red light; Mother said it always portrayed the true meaning of this room and the blood that was shed there.
The hot iron was always in the hot charcoal, and without hesitation, she walked over to the funnel, picked it up, and her men tossed my dress down; that way, it was easy for them to gain access to my neck, which already had several burn marks.
"Mother, please, please — I am never going to go against your words, please –" My eyes had turned red and were longing in desperation, yet my pleas meant nothing to her.
She carefully pierced the hot iron on my back, and as the pain surged through my entire spine, I heard myself give out a loud scream.
"Ahhhh!!!!" As the hotness melted into my body, I was immediately covered in sweat, the pain gradually sinking inside of me.
"Please – please –" I cried, yet she went back to the funeral and took the next iron and, as she did with the first one, placed it right above my back.
I jerked as the pain coursed through my veins; it was so unbearable for me. My teeth gritted, trying to take in the pain, but just then, the door slammed open, and a figure hurried inside.