FCKED up mates

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Hey sweet cheeks

I was thinking of doing a face reveal at 1k views how does everyone feel about that?

(I set the limit high so it won't be surpassed.)

Whenever I hit 1k views a picture of myself will be uploaded to the next chapter I write.

Vote if u wanna see my fugly face

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I woke up early as ever to the door to my cell being opened. It was terribly lonely down here. As nobody in these cells was alive or present. I couldn't talk to anyone.

I look up and notice alpha greyson strutting in.

"Morning sunshine."

I don't respond. It was rule number one.

"Well well so she listens to the rules I see."

"What an obedient little mutt." He adds as he stalk closer.

"I heard yesterday that you didn't let out one scream whatsoever , so I came her to change that."

A sense of fear as of the anticipation of not knowing the unknown scares me. But I push it down. He has basically taken away all my human rights and to give him the pleasure of watching me scream was the only thing I was able to control.

He sits me down in a metal chair and cuffs me too it. How'd the Chair get here ? Must've been here yesterday. From that table slam I definitely had a gash on my forehead.

He cuffs my wrists and ankles securely to the chair before Turing away to grab something from a platter of tools to torture me from behind.

"You kaitlyn are worthless yet I still seem to be yearning for the pleasure to strip you of things that you once had control over."

"However now that you are here , you dont."

I remain silent. I can't let him have my voice.

"Still not Gunna talk?"

I stare emotionless into his eyes.

He finally shows the apparatus he was going to use. Pliers. Heavy metal duty pliers.

My heart sinks and I begin scrambling in the chair but there was no use. I wanted to scream but I couldn't. He grins noticing my discomfort and steps towards me opening and closing them as if they were scissors. Taunting me.

I shake my head, everything humanly possibly inside me beginning him to not. Everything inside me screaming and protesting , wanting to growl and kill him for the pain that is about to come.

Without further communication he very slowly clamps the plier on my finger nail. I being shaking and jumping around in the chair moving my hands as much as I could in the hopes it would stop it from happening. I was so wrong.

With a huge grin on his face. He slowly latched two hands around the plier that was clamped to my fingernail. Despite the numerous attempts of diverting and figiting it wouldn't come lose. He was going to rip my fingernail from its roots that were secure in my finger. This method of torture was only ever used on the bad bad prisoners in order to obtain secret or hidden information. Well that was how things went at my old pack anyways.

"Bye bye fingernaillllll!" He chirps happily.

And he yanks it off full force. I wanted to let out a deathly scream but all I couldn't manage was for my mouth to open as wide as possible and tears streamed down my face. It's hurts so fucking bad.

I choked out and sobbed as the pliers latched onto another. I couldn't hold back my voice anymore this was horrendous. "Please no. " I whimpered. Hoping  he'd listen.

He grins. " and so she speaks." And with that he yanks of yet another nail.

I scream out In Horrendous pain. I begin bouncing up and down in my chair as if it would take the pain away. "Nonononono" I plead as the now bloodied up pliers latch on yet another finger nail.

My vision was blurred as tears brimmed my eyes.
I looked away. The fingernail was yanked of off my hand.

My head flies back and I let out a deadly high pitcher scream which causes crows outsides to chirp and fly away.

I pant breathlessly. Almost hyperventilating. The pain was unbearable as I continue bouncing up and down in my chair and I hold back sobs and cries from leaving my mouth. Tears flood down my face.

"Oh so so pretty." Greyson cooes gripping my face.

He shoves the pliers in my face and shows me my bloodied fingernail. He carelessly chucks it away in the corner laughing.

I cry

"I was going to paint your fingernails before doing this although I'm actually preferring them stained with your crimson red blood. Much more sufficient. Saves me money" he rambles to himself.

He's sick so so so sick.

Who thought just meeting my mate would lead me to such horrendous events

He strokes my cheek before leaving the cell.

I cry out in pain and I look to my fingers. Completely bloodied up purple and bruised. Although only 3 had been taken off somehow the blood had managed to completely enveloped that one hand. I cry out In pain as I stare at my once perfectly manicured nails. 'They'll grow back'I convince myself. I hiccup and choke on my own sobs.

But that wasn't what I was upset about.

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IMAGINE GETTING UR FINGERNAILS PULLED OF

That's one of my worst fears even the little skin tags you get around your skin that burn hurt
enough

Im a pussy tho