Chapter 17

Suddenly it was like Old Dawn appeared before her, with a whip, Rita looked at the whip and became scared she started crying again.

"Get up and follow me!" Old Dawn commanded.

Rita was moving and getting up very sluggishly, she was so sluggish and slow that it prompted Old Dawn to ask.

"What is wrong with you? Are you sick or something?" Old Dawn felt the need to ask.

"My old cell had a bed and it was warm, it also had a toilet and I was given good food. I had to pee. In the corner of my cell, this new cell has nothing, not even a bed. I will get sick and die before my trial," Rita lamented.

"You won't die, you are not the first human I have come in contact with. Your species might be weak but not this weak. Except if you are suffering from any other disease," Old Dawn was thinking about what she could do.

"Well I am not having any of those types of sicknesses, and let me ask you a question. How would you feel if someone treated your daughter the way you are treating me right now?" Rita asked a question that provoked Old Dawn to the limit.

Old Dawn's eyes turned red and she immediately started opening the gate to Rita's prison, Rita started begging and crying again. This time Old Dawn could no longer control herself, she entered the prison and locked it behind her.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Rita was screaming, Old Dawn locked both herself and Rita alone in a cell and used her whip to whip the hell out of Rita. Each whip was like a bag of pain sent to Rita's skin. She whipped Rita so much that Rita's blood filled the floor and some parts of her flesh started tearing from her skin.

Even when Rita had passed out she kept on whipping her, when she discovered Rita was now unconscious she was scared that she had killed her, and she started imagining what Alpha Adam would do to her, she was soaked in Rita's blood.

She then remembered that she was a pure-blood werewolf and her blood could heal Rita, she immediately used her pen knife, cut her palm and started feeding Rita from the blood that gushed out. She prayed and hoped that the blood from her hand would be able to heal Rita and bring her back to stability.

After feeding Rita with what she concluded was enough blood, she started cleaning up the cell. She ordered a guard to secretly bring her a mop and a bucket which the guard did and which she used to clean up the mess she had created.

Rita was trying her best to feel better even though it was not easy for her. She took a deep breath as she raised her head slowly. She was feeling messed up and she could feel the effect of the impact of what had happened on her entire body.