Villainess Marked For Her Alpha Chapter 139: Why Did You Hurt Her, Viktor?

When Viktor finally cracked his eyes open slow, heavy lids fluttering against the glare, he found himself stripped buck-naked on a rusted tal bed fra—thick, coarse ropes biting deep into his wrists and ankles at all four corners, yanking his body spread-eagle wide and immobile, muscles straining useless against the burn.

He parted his cracked lips to scream or beg, but nothing ca out—just dry air rasping silent from his paralyzed throat.

A harsh surgical bulb dangled inches above his head, blazing white-hot rciless into his dilated pupils, forcing tears to well instant.

The air hung thick and rancid—putrid stench of old blood, piss, sweat, and rot clinging heavy like a fog, turning his stomach to churn even before full awareness hit.

"Don’t bother wasting breath, Viktor—I’ve pumped you full of a special paralytic drug. Renders you speechless, limp as a corpse, but awake enough to feel everything," Hellen’s voice sliced calm and cold from the shadows.

Viktor whipped his head side desperate—ropes creaking taut—and there she stood in a stained plastic slaughter apron strapped tight over her dark clothes, sleeves rolled to elbows as she rearranged gleaming tools on a rolling tray slow and deliberate—pliers, scalpels, hamrs, jagged hooks winking under the bulb’s glare.

"Why so calm now, Viktor? Go on—take a good, long look at yourself," she cooed mock-sweet, stepping close to angle a cracked mirror overhead with a gloved hand.

His gaze dropped horror-struck to his own violated body—dozens of thin tubes snaked from precise razor cuts across his pale, trembling flesh—wrists, arms, thighs, chest, even his flaccid penis pierced cruel at the tip with a catheter draining slow yellow fluid into bags hanging bloated below.

Blood trickled fresh from each entry point, crimson beads welling steady into collection vials that gurgled half-full already, his veins milked chanical like factory waste.

Then it hit—a heart-shattering bolt of agony exploding from his groin upward, white-hot knives twisting deep as so hidden clamp released.

Viktor’s eyes bulged wild, tears spilling hot silent tracks down his temples, body arching futile against the ropes as silent screams ripped inside his chest, face contorting purple with the pain he couldn’t voice.

"You know, Viktor? Once a man cornered at my father’s funeral—grabbed my arm hard, sneered right in my face, and said, quote unquote— ’If you got strength, girl, you can do anything—just tap that alpha fire and take what’s yours. You know , right? Do whatever you think you can.’ Life-changing advice, truly—stuck with like a gift."

Hellen’s lips curved slow, predatory smile gleaming white under the bulb.

Viktor’s eyes blew wide in raw shock—fear scrawling plain across his sweat-slick face, pupils shrinking pinpricks as realization dawned cold: this wasn’t bluff, this was payback carved personal.

Hellen turned casual, snatching a cluster of tubes from his cheek wounds—yanking them free brutal with a wet rip, chunks of raw flesh tearing loose in bloody strings that dangled from the barbs.

"Can you see it clear now? Here you lie, Viktor—spread helpless like a fucked-out oga begging knots, every hole milked dry, no power left to squirm. But instead of cumming, you are bleeding."

"How blind was I, thinking Emily ca from your blood? Not a single goddamn trait matches—your cruelty’s all coward, hers is pure light."

"And you dared touch her—lay hands on what’s mine."

She dragged a tal stool screeching close, dropping her weight into it heavy with legs splayed dominant, elbows on knees to lean inches from his terror-twisted face. "Do you even rember who I am, Viktor? Dig deep—rember."

Her boot tapped his inner thigh sharp—once, twice—before she snatched the hamr from the tray, cold steel head slamming down next to his throbbing right kneecap with a deafening clang, vibrations rattling bone.

"ANSWER !!" she roared guttural, swinging wild—hamr crashing repeated into his shin, aty thuds splintering bone audible under skin, pulverizing deliberate as blood sprayed fine mist with each strike.

Viktor’s eyes scread utter terror—bulging frantic, whites veined red, but his body stayed locked rigid, voiceless, unable even to thrash or plead rcy, tears carving rivers endless down his temples to soak the stained mattress.

"I’ll confess straight, Viktor—I first slithered into Emily’s life for pure revenge. Wanted to use her soft heart as a blade—gut your precious business slow, rip your fake family to shreds, then torch you last while you watched helpless."

"But fuck—I fell hard for your ’daughter.’ She flipped everything inside . Makes feel like a human."

"She’s my complete opposite, that fool. Invited into her ho blind—no walls, no questions—didn’t even know my na’s shadow back then, ripe for to exploit raw."

"But like I said, love hit obsessive. She’s everything I’m not—kind to a fault, passionate fire in her designs, caring deep without tally—cares jack for riches or power, just sketching clothes that hug souls perfect."

Hellen sank back into the chair slow, tossing the blood-sared hamr casual onto his quivering belly—the cold iron thudding heavy, shocking his nerves to twitch useless as gooseflesh rippled skin, but ropes held absolute.

"I love her so fiercely that it’s the obsession eating alive now. Showed her just a sliver—a tiny peek of my real face, the monster under polish—and it scared a bit, eyes wide. But she’s magnetic poison—every breed of monster sniffs her out, drawn helpless."

She patted his slack cheek almost tender—gloved fingers saring his own blood sticky across stubble. "Honestly? Soone softer, truer could keep her glowing happy—deserve her light full. But I won’t bless it. Those other alphas? Can’t either."

"They are monsters too—like ."

Viktor clocked the madness gleaming plain in her stare—pupils blown with unhinged possession, lips wet as she licked slow.

"Viktor, you shouldn’t have touched her—ever. You should know that I had shelved my whole plan, paused destroying you cold. Not for your sake—no. But you went against her. Shouldn’t have been that stupid." Hellen shook her head slow, disappointed tsk."

"Tell straight now—why did you do it? Why snatch her, beat her bloody?"

"Why did you hurt her?"

"Why use drugs and suppressants on her?"

"Why did you even think of hurting her? She hadn’t done anything bad to you."

"Why let those fucking alphas touch her?"

"Why?"

"Tell ."

"WHY?"

"I SAID TELL !!" She lunged for the hamr slick with his shin-blood, swinging full overhead—crunch shattering his right kneecap to powder wet, bone fragnts grinding audible as agony locked his jaw mute, body convulsing silent in ropes.