A Twisted Mind

Zidane

I know the moment I step into my office that some vermin is scurrying around, trying to remain unseen. Omegas are disgusting, only good for one thing.

"Are they in the room and being watched so they don't try anything?" I ask, looking at Cade.

"Yes, Alpha."

The curtains are drawn and the only light comes from the chandelier that hangs in the centre of the room.

The walls are dark brown panels, the floor is covered in a black carpet, only adding to the darkness of the room. The furniture is all made from dark brown wood as well.

I don't reply, taking my seat at my desk and slowly turning the knife between my fingertips. The vermin in the corner thinks I haven't noticed, but nothing escapes me; no one escapes me. But I'll let her think she's safe for a moment, let her have that hope that she has somehow been missed.

"Make sure they don't try to leave or try anything funny, Cade, or I will have your head."

"Yes, of course." He bows his head as I flick my wrist and he backs out of my office, closing the door behind him.

I tilt my head, thinking about her.

Scarlett. My daughter.

I hate the fact she was not born a male. However, I need to know if the prophecy is true. Is there really something special about her like the witch told me? If not, I'll fucking rip her apart the next time I see her.

My eyes flash when I see the glimmer of movement that I am waiting for, the rustle of clothing.

Does she not know how strong my senses are? My chair swivels around and I throw the knife across the room. The whoosh of the blade slicing through the air is nearly as pleasing as the next sound I hear.

The sharp intake of breath, the hiss and wheeze of her gasp as she falls to the ground, coming into view. She looks barely fifteen.

The pathetic omega girl gargles, and I hear as well as see the blood spewing out her mouth as she tries in vain to breathe with the cold steel blade lodged in her windpipe. Failing miserably.

I sigh, annoyed at the girl making a mess on my floor. Her body twitches, fingers grasping the hilt of the blade that she is choking on. I smirk coldly, watching as she writhes in pain.

The knife I had thrown still lodged deep in her throat in such a delicious way that I feel excitement ripple through me.

I smile in amusement. The delicious smell of blood fills my nose as I watch her gasp and choke on her own blood as she stretches her hand out for help. After a few moments, seeing she's still alive, I stand up, frowning.

Her eyes widen in horror as I advance towards her, loving the way the room fills with the smell of fear. It's like an aphrodisiac to me. Each step I take is calculated. I like to tease my prey and watch their eyes as death steps closer, knowing it's coming for them.

"Now you've offended me, I'm sure I threw that knife with full force," I murmur, stopping next to her, tears are streaming down her cheeks, her heart thumping far too fast, it is a wonder it hasn't burst from her chest.

Leaning down, I slowly pull the knife out of her neck, watching as her eyes widen impossibly more. She opens her mouth in a silent scream, but before she can even attempt a word, I grip her hair, jerking her head back.

I examine the wound on her neck, blood spurting out like a fountain of her life's blood. The urge to stick my finger in the wound is tempting, to feel around for her voice box and really make her scream.

"The fun I could have with you... I would love to hear your gasps, hear you as I plunge my hand deep into your throat and rip you apart from within. It's a shame I have places to be."

A strangled whimper muffled by the gaping hole in her throat comes out in almost a wheeze. Shaking my head, I plunge the knife into her neck again.

Her body jerks and I remove the blade, repeating the move several times, making sure to twist as I pull it out. I feel the exciting snap as another pack-link breaks inside of me.

Ah, she's dead. What a shame. That was too quick.

The feeling of losing another one of these mutts excites me. My breathing hardens as adrenaline fills me, and I keep stabbing her, trying to release the build-up of excitement flowing through my veins.

I growl in frustration and throw the knife down. Her blood pools around her, staining my floor with her filth.

Cade, get someone in here to clean my office, it's filthy! I spit with hatred as I glare down at the girl with eyes too wide and unseeing. She peers vacantly, losing their colour right before my eyes, and my excitement dims.

Standing up, I examine my hand. The mutt got her blood on me. Licking some, I relish the taste of her fear; it changes how blood tastes, making it almost saltier, just like their scents change.

I grab some tissues and wipe my hands before I stroll back to my desk and unlock the bottom desk drawer, staring at the envelope that contains the prophecy that the witch had penned.

I take it out and flip it open, staring emotionlessly at the prophecy about the birth of a sacred wolf from my bloodline… a bloodline long forgotten. But a bloodline that makes me stronger, better than the rest of the trash that calls themselves wolves.

The witch needs something from me, from my bloodline, but there is nothing special about that bitch of a daughter of mine! I kick my desk angrily. But there has to be something that made her sure there was something special about Scarlett. After all, she was the one who had told me they're alive. I didn't believe her at first, but she was right.

That only makes my blood boil further. The urge to kill someone only growing. That scum on the floor wasn't enough! I should have dragged her death out longer. Instead, now I am craving something more, something to appease this hunger for death inside me.

Speaking of the witch…

Alaric! Make sure the whores are ready, I hiss through the mind-link. I have a plan in place and for that, my three so-called ‘Lunas', or as I said, whores, are part of it. The witch had awoken the darkness within them. And gave me something to play with. She had given them abilities at the price of a part of their souls – their wolves.

She herself was once a hybrid, a witch with a wolf, yet she had killed her wolf too, or so the rumours say.

If Scarlett is not who she says, if she is not special, I will find her, I will kill her and I will enjoy doing it. She might be powerful, but I am Zidane Malone. I am fucking stronger.

Strength… my mind goes to the Alpha who came today. Why do I feel like there is something more to him? His aura was almost like mine, not as strong as he is not yet Alpha but strong – extremely potent.

How is it possible? Didn't the witch say that only two of the four original bloodlines were still in existence? Or did she lie to me?

I sit down, spinning in my chair, with my fingers to my chin. Round and round I spin, watching the room whirl around me as I ponder over who he might be. Not only do I need to separate them, but I need to finish him. I can't have him meddling when I need her. Whoever he may be, he is a thorn in my side.

And once I am done with him, then- then I'll go for his family, then his pack, killing off anyone he cares about. First, I will torture all the men, but I won't kill them straight away. Instead, I will make them watch and listen as I rape their women, showing them what true power is, and it isn't what their pathetic Alpha possesses.

He too will watch as I rape their women and daughters, listen to them beg and plead to be saved while being powerless to stop me.

Only then will I kill the men before I leave the women to die slow, painful deaths after they've watched the men who are supposed to protect them die. I'll watch their hope die along with their loved ones. And the one who will receive the worst punishment…

My dear Jessica.

Just the thought of breaking every single bone in her body, listening to her screams of agony as I tear flesh from bone, has me excited. She'll feel that excitement as I fuck her helpless, pitiful body, taking everything from her.

Not only her life, but her dignity, her self-preservation, everything. For no part of her will not feel me, no part of her will be left untainted, unfilled before it's destroyed.

This will be her punishment for leaving me.

After that, I'll rip her apart, starting at her ass as she feels my cock buried deep inside it, while I smash her head into the pavement until every feature that once made her beautiful is left undistinguishable.

She lied to me.

Yes… YES! Her beautiful face will be distorted, I'll make her suffer for leaving me! For trying to trick me! I'll make sure all my men have their way with her. She'll feel my entire pack inside her. I'll kill her mentally before I destroy her physically. I will ruin her in every fucking way.

Just the thought sends a shiver of pleasure through me and I lick my lips. Oh, I'll find you dear Jessica, and when I do, I will ravish you in the most brutal way that you will wish you were never born.

I throw back my head and laugh, a strong, loud laugh that rings off my office walls.

Torture...

Blood…

Death!

It's exciting. I can't wait to destroy an entire pack. I haven't done that in quite a while.

Oh, it will be glorious!

Are you still as pretty as you once were, my dear Jessica?

Oh, how I miss you. You were a strong plaything. One that I just had to keep alive for some reason…

TEN YEARS AGO

"Please, Zidane, please! I'm sorry!" she whimpers as she cowers before my feet, her head down, her fingers feebly scraping my pant leg as if she believes she can find a sliver of mercy within me. She should know better. I smile coldly as I tilt her chin up with my foot.

"Now, now. Why would you do something that needs forgiveness in the first place? See, this is my issue with you, Jessica. I hate having to hurt you, but you keep doing things that force me to punish you." I run the bottom of my shoes down her face, smirking at the dirt that I gathered from the forest that now covers her cheek and lips. It smears her pale skin. She needs some filth. After all, she is filth herself.

Her heart is thumping, but she doesn't react, knowing things will be worse if she does. "Ah… look! My shoes have gotten dirty from outside. Now lick them clean," I command. My smile vanishes as she stares at my shoes. Her eyes filled with shock and her bottom lip quivers.

My eyes glimmer with rage. Is she defying me?

"I SAID LICK THEM CLEAN BEFORE I GET YOUR LITTLE BITCH TO DO THEM!" I spit, kicking her in the face. She's thrown across the room, hands clutching her face as blood spurts out her nose.

Marching over to her, I grip her hair and she whimpers as I force her to meet my gaze. "You'll do it, won't you, Jessica? You'll do it so she doesn't have to." I let my words sink in and see them register behind her tear-filled eyes. She knows exactly what I will do to her precious daughter.

I don't care if she is a child. I will torture her too.

But the mention of her daughter makes her eyes widen as she nods. "I'll do it," she whimpers back. "I'll do it; I'm sorry," she pleads.

"Are you sure? You don't seem so sure. I could drag your pathetic bitch, Scarlett, in here and make her do it. Then I'll make her clean the shit off the other men's shoes!" I sneer.

She shakes her head, hands grasping my wrist as I tighten my grip. "No. I'll do it. Of course, anything you want. Not Scarlett, please. Do what you want with me, whenever, please, what am I here for?" She cups my foot willingly and I smirk.

If only she knew that her precious little Scarlett was already my little pastime; oh how I loved to torture her. She's intriguing after all… she heals so fast. I have big plans to try on her. I wonder how much she can take before she dies.

I chuckle and nod as I reach down and cup her face. She almost recoils from my touch, the fear making her react. I laugh internally. Oh, how fun it is to see them respond like this.

"Then what are you waiting for you fucking whore?" I snarl, spitting in her face. I shove her back, but she looks up at me, knowing I will deliver on my promise. "Clean them! I find one speck of dirt and you'll clean every boot of my men, then every cock with that tongue."

She trembles, flinching, her heart thudding violently and I smirk, watching as she sticks her tongue out and forces herself to lick the front of my shoe.

I tut, shaking my head. "Now, now, let's start with the bottom." I smirk as I stick my foot out. There's enough dirt and gunk on there. I watch as she obeys, licking every inch of my shoe, just to protect her stupid daughter.

Once she's done, and I'm getting bored, I kick her away. "Get out of my fucking sight!" I snarl, standing up. I grab her by the hair and drag her from my room, throwing her into the hall and slamming the door shut before I laugh, the sound ringing in the room.

"Oh, Jessica, our reunion will be a fun one…"

I pick up a bottle of wine, pouring myself a large glass and downing it before I roll my neck, taking out the cricks. Now that feels better. I stare down at my freshly cleaned shoes, noting the gleam. But I think I need Jessica to lick these clean, too. She was such a good piece of entertainment.

The thirst for blood grows inside of me and I stand up, leaving my office in search of my next victim. Maybe this time, I'll torture them first.