---- 18_Who was it? Faith The loud beeping annoys me so much that | force my eyes open and, despite my blurry vision, glare at the source of the sound. It's some kind of box - a machine with numbers and diagrams floating on the screen. The screen is too bright, so my eyes start watering, but I'm not planning to give up until the torture ends, that machine must die. My death glare doesn't rid my poor ears of the noise, and when | realise it's not going away anytime soon, | give up and try to fall asleep again. I'm so tired, so drained, and yet, | can't get more rest because of the very machine from hell. A couple of minutes of pure rage slowly morph into confusion. Where am |? And why do | feel ---- like moving my limbs might be near impossible? My arms and legs feel heavy, as if someone pumped them with different liquids to kill my ability to move. The last thing | remember is the cells and the nasty rogue hitting on me. The odds are against me, but maybe my father took pity on me and decided | learned my lesson. After all, | spent an entire week locked up with vile criminals and murderers. That should be more than enough for anyone to "acknowledge their mistakes", and especially a woman. Some of the pack members who were sent to the cells under the packhouse didn't spend more than three days there. But then again, they were allowed to have a walk in the gardens every day too, which is something | could only dream about. Dropping the depressing thoughts about the time of my imprisonment, | let my gaze wander around the room. It doesn't take much time to understand where | am - in the hospital. ---- The smell of sanitiser and the bright white walls are a dead giveaway, that and the damn horrendous beeping machine that is trying to teeter me over the edge into insanity. But how did | get here? Who took pity on me and didn't let me die down there? Is the person facing repercussions now? | hope not. The last thing that | want is for someone to risk their job and well-being for helping me. Father wouldn't poke me with a ten-foot-long pole, let alone carry me here. The same pretty much goes for his men, and although they have never expressed their disgust towards me, they'd rather die than defy the wishes of their mighty Alpha. So who was it? A loud, defeated sigh escapes my lips as | attempt to sit up in bed. It's not an easy task, my limbs still feel heavier than rocks, but | still try. This could be my chance to escape, to get as far away from here as possible, but despite the desperation and the maddening need to flee - | Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!