Kidnapped and Rejected The Return of Alpha’s Luna (Janet and Daran)

Chapter 227

When Janet woke up again, she found herself in a pitch–black room.

Actually, she couldn’t even be sure if this was a room, since it was so dark here, without a single light source for her to study the surroundings.

She tried moving her arms and heard the clattering noise of shackles.

She was chained to the wall.

She cleared her throat and said tentatively, “…Hello?”

Her voice echoed in the quiet space. Nobody answered.

The darkness was dreadful. And the imagination of what could be within that darkness was even worse.

Janet bit her lips, trying to calm herself down.

When Westin knocked her over, she thought she would wake up to some horrible scenes, a dungeon filled with torture devices perhaps, or the Elder Council packed with people ready to sentence her.

Yet instead, she was locked here, alone, without a single person by her side. “…Westin! Are you there?” she cried again.

Yet again, nobody answered.

She curled her body up on the cold hard ground, spacing out.

What was Westin trying to do here?

Was this the horrible torment that he was talking about?

Then she started to think about Daran.

What was Daran doing right now? He must be anxious like hell. Would he try to rescue her? But he still couldn’t cross that damn forest…Fuck…

She sat there, wondering about all kinds of things.

There was no way to tell the time. Hours passed, no, or maybe just some ten minutes, she couldn’t tell….

Janet fell asleep again with her heart filled with anxiety.

When she woke up again, nothing had changed.

It was still pitch–black.

And the darkness was starting to drive her nuts..

“Hello?! Can anyone hear me?” she cried, rattling her shackles and chains, “Westin! Clemente! Where the fuck are you!”

Yet again, nobody answered.

She shivered, involuntarily.

Her throat was so dry as though she just swallowed a burning coal.

Was this what Westin was trying to do? Drying her out and starving her to death?

No, compared to thirst and starvation, darkness was what really scared her.

She once read about an experiment. A patient was locked in a pitch–black room. And it didn’t take a week before he completely went crazy.

She was starting to lose her mind as well.

She fell asleep and woke up another couple of times. Darkness was the only thing that accompanied her.

How long had it been now?

Days?

A week?!

When was the last time she talked to someone? Or heard the voice besides her own?

She was desperate to see a living thing.

She was even willing to talk to Westin!

She couldn’t stand the silence and darkness anymore…She started to see things or hear things… Couldn’t tell reality from illusions anymore…Just please… Let her talk to someone!

“Westin! Westin! P–Please…are you there?!” she cried in a hoarse voice, choking, “Just come out and let’s talk…Don’t…Don’t do this to me…”

She was begging. And crying.

And she started to bang her head against the wall to create some noises in this silent room, acting like a crazy woman.

Westin succeeded.

He broke her.

But still, all was gloom and silence.

Ruthless silence.

The last time Janet woke from her slumber, she felt something in the darkness.

There was another being here with her.

“Who is there!” she asked immediately.

Before that person answered, she begged hastily, “Don’t…Don’t go! Talk to me please…”

Lights went on.

Being in the darkness for so long, her eyes couldn’t adjust to the light anymore. She snapped her eyes shut.

Footsteps approached her. Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

And then, a large hand fell on her fluttering eyelids.

A hand! An actual human hand!

Janet grabbed that hand with both of her hands, hungry for the touch and warmth of

a human being.

A light kiss fell on her lips.

“…Look how good you are now,” said a husky voice beside her ears. “If you can be this obedient from day one, we wouldn’t have a problem, my love.”

The hand moved away from her eyes.

She slowly opened her eyes and saw Westin’s face.

He looked into her eyes and smiled, “Did you enjoy the darkness and silence?”

She took in a deep breath, trembling, “…How many days have it been?”

“3 days,” he chuckled lowly.

Three?!

She couldn’t believe this.

It definitely felt more than 3 days, more like an eternity of hell.

If he kept her in here for just one more day, she would definitely become insane, for

sure.

“I was told that this is the best way to tame a wild beast,” he smiled, depicting her profile with his fingertips. “It worked even better than I thought. Hearing you cry for

my name again and again and beg for me to come out like that…Do you know how happy I was? I wish we could stay like this forever, Janet. My name should be the only thing that comes out of your mouth.”

A cold chill was sent down her spine, causing her to shiver.

…You are fucked,” she cried shakily, with tears streaming down her face. “You are crazy! You have a fucking mental issue-

Westin narrowed his eyes.

“Looks like you haven’t learned your lesson.”

He straightened his back, looking down at her frightened face, “I was too soft on you. Maybe 3 days wasn’t enough. I should lock you in here longer.”

He stood up and gestured to leave.

A horrible dread seized Janet’s heart.

No, no, she didn’t want to go back to that pitch–black, silent environment again! It would drive her crazy….

Fear dominated her mind.

She leaped forward and grabbed Westin’s pants, “Don’t-”

He turned abruptly and lowered his back, catching her lips hungrily.

That was a wild and brutal kiss.

He pressed his lips on hers roughly and forced her to open her mouth with his tongue. She gritted her teeth and refused to comply.

He bit her lips, hard, and slid his tongue in as a bloody taste filled their mouths.

He explored every corner of her mouth, dominating her with his might.

She started to feel a lack of air and struggled to tilt her head, trying to breathe.

But he wouldn’t let her.

Holding her waist with one hand and grabbing her neck with another, he fixed her firmly in his arms and continued to ravage her with this kiss.

It almost felt like he wanted to eat her up.

Like he was the predator. And she was his prey.

Her legs were turning soft. Light–headed.

On the verge of her passing out, he finally released her.

…I wanted to do this to you the first day we met.”

He breathed heavily and rubbed her reddened lips with his thumb, “But I controlled. it… Win her heart first, I said to myself…I adored you. I treated you with respect and offered you my heart. And what did you give me in return?…Lies and betrayal. God was I stupid… You didn’t deserve my love. Rough procession is the only thing you will

get from me now!”

He backed her body against the wall and caught her lips again.

His hand traveled down her body.

He started ripping her clothes apart.

“…NO!!!” she screamed.