"She what?" Alistair glared down at the beta.
"I didn't do anything," Alex pleaded. She was standing in Alistair's office, Alistair in front of her, Meg behind. And now that Meg found had found out about Sam, she was in big trouble. "I, how could I have planned this? I - you've been monitoring me-" She was cut off as a hand came down across her cheek, and she bit back a cry.
"Shut up," Meg hissed, anger radiating off of her like a space heater. "She planned this. She planned this entire thing! She was going to escape with that alpha! They've been planning this for weeks!"
"I-"
Meg kicked Alex's legs out from under her, and the beta keeled forward, crying out as her head hit the desk. She fell to her knees, shaken, and took a deep breath before continuing. "I didn't plan anything with Sam," she hissed, the room swimming. "I, he just showed up-"
"Sam?" Alistair's voice stopped Alex cold. "I thought his name was Henry."
Alex starting shaking. Shit. They didn't know that was Sam. She had screwed up. She screwed up bad. "His real name was Sam," she whispered. "He - he told me."
"Sam? Not Sam Winchester by any chance."
Alex closed her eyes, flinching. "I didn't plan any of this."
Alistair pulled her to her feet, breath hot on her face. "I don't believe you," he sneered. He looked over at Meg. "Now. We better make sure this type of behavior doesn't happen again, don't we?"
Meg grinned. "Of course."
Alistair dropped Alex, and she staggered to catch her balance, watching them warily. Alistair walked over to his desk and quickly scrawled something. "Thirty lashes. And remind Virgil he needs to keep them light. Alphas don't like scars."
Meg frowned at such a light punishment, fire dancing in her eyes. But she said nothing. When Alistair held out the paper, she snatched it with a huff. Then she roughly led Alex out into the hall. Alistair followed them out, then strolled off to the right. Alex kept her eyes on the ground, then let out a surprised noise as she was roughly tugged backwards.
Meg dragged Alex back into the office. Alex, unable to do anything, followed, warily confused. Meg grabbed a pen and walked over to Alistair's desk. "Thirty lashes light my ass," she hissed. "We'll make you pay, you filthy beta." She scribbled something down on the pad of paper Alistair had used. Then she stormed out of the room, Alex in tow. Alex desperately fought to get away, but there was nothing she could do against the alpha.
...
"Fifty lashes." Meg handed Virgil the slip, angrily yanking at the leash. Alex cowered beneath her touch, shaking.
Virgil looked down at Alex, one eyebrow cocked. "What did she do?"
Meg hissed. "It doesn't matter! Just get in there and whip her." She shoved Alex through the door, and Virgil followed, reaching out to take her leash. Satisfaction danced in Meg's eyes as she watched Virgil chain Alex.
"Light, I assume."
"No. Not at all. She fucked up, and Alistair says he wants her to bleed."
Alex winced visibly. "She's lying," she pleaded. "That's not what it's suppose to be! She wrote that herself!"
Her plea fell on deaf ears. Virgil walked over to the far wall and grabbed the whip off of the rack, rolling it thoughtfully in his hands. Then he impaled the slip of paper on a rusty old nail that held other, similar notes. "Fifty?" he asked to himself. "That's quite a bit."
"Just hurry up." Meg crossed her arms angrily, leaning against the stone wall.
Virgil looked up, surprised she was still there. "Don't you want to leave?"
"Hell no."
"You sure? This won't be pleasant."
"I'm counting on it."
Virgil blinked once more, unsure that he heard her right, but when she made no move to leave, he shrugged. "As you wish," he frowned, rolling the whip between the palm of his hands. He moved out of Alex's eyesight, and she tensed, heart thumping in her chest. Her palms were sweating, and she clenched her fists desperately.
Crack. Alex screeched, arching her spine. Skin tore under the blow, and tears streamed down her cheeks. Blood trickled down her skin, growing into a steady flow as the whip repeatedly lacerated her back, soaking into the back of her jeans. Her cries bounced around the stone walls, and as the blows continued to fall, Alex's screams fell into whimpers.
...
After about twenty five lashes, Meg spoke up. "Why isn't she screaming anymore?"
Virgil stopped, looking down at the alpha, letting Alex draw in a shaky breath. "Excuse me?" he asked.
Meg stepped forward, crossing her arms. "She's not screaming anymore," she repeated, glaring at the beta hanging limply from the chains. "Why?"
Virgil shrugged. "That's usually what happens -"
Alex heard Meg cross the room, her heels clicking on the stone.
"Hey. What are you doing? Don't touch that!" The alpha was ignored, and Alex screamed. Fire burned as small grains of something hit her back. Alex knew it was salt. She screamed again, writhing in agony.
"Meg," Virgil began.
There was a loud scuffle, and the crack of a whip. Then another crack. This one landed on Alex's back, creating a new wound. More salt. Alex let out a blood curdling scream, the chains clinking as she fought to escape.
Virgil backed away. "Meg," he warned, blood dripping down the side of his face. Meg cracked the whip in his direction, and Virgil ran.
"Help me!" Alex screeched as he ran. Blow after blow fell, each one powered by pure hatred. Alex writhed, trying to escape the alpha's wrath. "Please!" she begged. "Stop!" The blows ceased, and Alex drew in a labored breath, black spots clouding her vision. Then, her chains were slackened, and she was lowered to the ground. Alex feebly tried to stand, but legs were unable to support her, and they collapsed. All Alex could do was hang there, trembling.
Meg circled around to stand in front of Alex. She tossed the whip at Alex's feet, bending over to take the beta's head in her hands "Listen here, you little bitch," she sneered, forcing Alex to look at her. "I'm going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget." She punched Alex in the face.
Alex cried out, and was punched again. She closed her eyes as blood ran down her face. "Look at me!" Meg punched her again. Alex tried to open her eyes, but they fluttered shut, exhausted.
Meg stepped back, and Alex heard her walk across the silent room. Then footsteps approached, and her chin was roughly forced up. Something cold was pressed against her throat. Alex forced open her eyes, looking up into Meg's eyes. "Do it," she whispered hoarsely. She closed her eyes, willing death.
The door flew opened, and footsteps rushed through.
"Kill me," Alex hissed. The cold bite of the knife was disappeared from her neck as Meg was roughly pulled away. "No!" Alex yelled. "Do it! KILL ME!" She fell limply against the chains, drained of every last ounce of strength. Alistair and Virgil dragged Meg away, leaving Alex to spiral into unconsciousness.
