Rejected and Claimed by her Alpha Triplets Chapter 235 - their mercy

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~Lisa’s POV

I woke up chained to the cold tal table, the chains biting into my wrists and ankles. I had no idea how many tis I had fainted.

My head throbbed, and every muscle in my body scread. Hunger clawed at my stomach, and my throat was dry.

Fridolf’s voice cut through the darkness. "You’re awake. Good. Let’s see if you’ve changed your mind."

"I... I won’t!" I croaked. My voice sounded small even to .

Belinda was there too, leaning against the doorway, smirking. "She still has so fight left," she said.

"Does she?" Fridolf asked, and I could feel his gaze like fire on my skin.

"Yes... I... I’ll never confess to what I didn’t do," I whispered, though my voice trembled.

Fridolf chuckled, low and wicked. "We’ll see about that."

The guard grabbed my wrists and started twisting the chains slowly. Pain shot up my arms, sharp and hot. I tried not to scream, but it escaped anyway.

"Stop! Please!" I shouted. "I can’t! I can’t..."

Fridolf shook his head slowly. "No stopping. Not until you admit it. Do you understand?"

"I... I... I’ll never..." I gasped, trying to catch my breath.

Belinda laughed, cruel and sharp. "Oh, she’s going to break eventually. Watch closely, Fridolf."

"Keep going," he said softly. His voice was worse than the pain, it promised worse things to co.

A whip scraped across my arm, not enough to cut, but enough to sting, enough to make jump. "No! Stop! I won’t, "

"You will," Fridolf said. "It’s only a matter of ti."

I bit my lip, tasting blood. Hunger and thirst twisted my stomach, but I refused to give in. "I... I’m so....!"

"Anyone?" Belinda mocked. "Poor, stubborn girl. You think you have a choice?"

"I... I..." I coughed, my throat raw. "I don’t care! I’d rather die!"

"Die?" Fridolf’s lips curled. "No, you won’t. You’ll live long enough to suffer. That’s the deal."

I gritted my teeth, tears stinging my eyes. "I... I don’t care how long...."

Fridolf’s hand struck my face suddenly. The pain exploded, and I tasted blood. I stumbled against the chains.

"Stay still," he growled. "You’ll last longer if you cooperate."

"I... I can’t..." I whispered, collapsing slightly. My body ached everywhere. Hunger and thirst tore at , making every breath heavy.

Belinda’s laughter echoed. "You’re so easy to watch. I love it."

"Quiet," Fridolf snapped. "Or do you want her to scream louder?"

I couldn’t speak. I could barely move. My arms shook. My stomach growled painfully. I wondered if Damon was awake sowhere. Could he stop this? Could he save ?

"You’re thinking too much," Fridolf said softly, almost mockingly. "Better focus on surviving."

"I... I won’t tell you anything," I whispered.

He tilted his head, amused. "Then tonight ends. You’ll go back to your cell. But tomorrow... we start again."

The guards dragged off the table. My legs felt like lead. Hunger twisted in my belly. Thirst burned my throat. I clutched my stomach weakly, wishing I had the strength to fight, to resist, to survive.

Back in the prison, I lay on the cold floor, chains clinking softly as I shifted. I thought of Damon. He’ll wake up. He’ll find . He’ll save . That thought kept alive, kept holding on.

I was tempted to agree to their deals, to ease the pain, but I couldn’t. Damon would never forgive if I gave in. He’ll wake up. He’ll save .

The next day... the nightmare returned.

I woke chained again, already trembling. My stomach was sore, my throat dry, my body weak. Fridolf’s voice cut through before I could gather any strength.

"Good morning, Lisa. Ready for round two?"

"I... I don’t want this..." I whispered, clutching my stomach.

Belinda leaned in closer, her eyes glinting with that cruel, hungry amusent that made my stomach twist with dread. "I hope you last longer today than last night," she said, her voice soft but venomous. "But sohow... I doubt it."

I swallowed hard, trying to steel myself. My arms and legs were already sore from the chains, my throat raw from screaming, my stomach gnawing with hunger and thirst. I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My body was screaming before my mind even had the strength to think.

The torture continued for days. I was getting so weak and tired.

"Start," Fridolf would command as always.

The mont the word left his mouth, the pain ca, sharp, imdiate, relentless. Hands struck across my arms and legs. The chains bit into my wrists and ankles as they twisted my body painfully, each movent sending shivers of agony through . I scread, a raw, desperate sound, gripping the tal links as if they could hold together.

And then, a week later... a sudden, searing pain shot through my belly during the torture. My hands flew instinctively to it. Hot blood slicked my fingers, and panic rose in my chest like a living thing.

"No! Stop! Please! I... I’m... I’m...my baby!" I scread, my voice breaking. The terror was overwhelming. My legs trembled, my vision blurred, and a cold sweat covered my skin. Every nerve in my body felt on fire.

Belinda gasped, a flicker of surprise crossing her face, but only for a second. Then her cruel, twisted smile returned. "Oh... she’s bleeding," she said softly, almost reverently, and then added, her voice like poison, "Delicious."

I shivered violently, partly from the pain, partly from the horror of her words. How could she enjoy this? How could she take pleasure in the terror and suffering of soone carrying a child? My chest heaved as I tried to control my sobs, tried to stay upright against the pain.

Fridolf’s eyes locked on , cold and unfeeling. There was no hesitation, no rcy. "It doesn’t matter," he said flatly. "Confess, or this continues."

I shook my head, weakly, my voice trembling. "I... I won’t... I can’t..." Every word was agony itself. My body shook, my stomach twisted violently. I felt like I was being ripped apart, piece by piece.

I couldn’t take it anymore. My strength slipped away as the pain clawed through , leaving dizzy and trembling. I gasped, clutching my stomach, blood soaking my hands. My vision tunneled, and a deep, helpless despair settled in my chest.

"Damon... help..." I whispered, my voice barely audible. My fingers dug into the tal chains, trying to hold myself together, to stay conscious, to hold on to sothing, anything, that could save . But the pain was too much, my body too weak. My eyelids fluttered, and the world tilted dangerously around .

Everything faded to black. The last thing I felt was the relentless pressure in my belly, the chains cutting into my skin, and the awful, terrifying certainty that I was utterly at their rcy.