Hybrid Aria 1-4

Drake and Tate sitting next to the door on the ground covered in blood.

“What the fuck is going on, you were supposed to wake me” I tell them ripping the door open.

“We have been trying for hours, none of us could wake you and your bloody door was locked” Tate says, Following me downstairs.

I walk into the cell they have him held in and find him strapped to a chair naked. Tyson holding a pair of scissors in his hand cutting off his earlobe on the one ear he has left. Tim screaming and thrashing.

“Give me that” I tell him, snatching it from his grip.

“Who let you down here?” I demand.

“Myself, you wouldn’t wake up and they have been at it for hours already” Tyson says snatching the scissors from me.

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“Upstairs, he couldn’t handle it,” Tyson says. Though I was quite shocked how calm he was as he walked over to the table.

“Out now” I tell him.

“I want to help, I’m helping” he says his eyes lighting up as he picks up a screwdriver.

“Fine, you want to do it? Go on then let’s see how long you last” I tell him, grabbing a chair and sitting in it.

“I don’t understand why you have a problem with it, you were only 11 when dad made you torture someone” he says walking over to Tim whose eyes widen before smirking when he realised he only had a screwdriver.

“And what do you plan on doing with that Pup” Tim teases when Tyson grabs his head shoving it to the side.

“Why would you want to torture someone” I ask, shit I hated it when dad made me do it, not so much now but even I have sickened myself over the years with what I have done.

“He knows where Lucy is,” Tyson says with a shrug before shoving the screwdriver in his ear. Tim’s screams are deafening.

Tyson pulls out the screwdriver covered in blood, blood pouring out his ear and down the side of his face.

“Are you going to tell us?” I ask Tim, folding my arms across my chest. Tate and Drake lazily leaning on the wall looking rather bored.

“Go fuck yourself” he says spitting at me. Tyson punches him, his head whipping to the side and he spits blood out. I stand up looking him over.

“Good to know your limbs, don’t grow back” I tell him and he glares at me.

“Tell me where the facility is” I demand using my Alpha voice, he laughs.

“Won’t work on me, and I am not telling you shit” he says.

“He is a tough fucker I will give him that” says Tate yawning before dropping his head on Drake’s shoulder.

Tim looked at them with disgust, muttering under his breath.

“What was that” I ask

“I said fucking faggots” Tim says glaring at me.

Drake pushes off the wall before kicking him, he goes flying backwards in his chair crushing his own arms that are tied behind him when Drake kicks him in the face again.

I grab the front of his blood soaked shirt pulling him back up in the chair.

“Why doesn’t my Alpha voice work on you?” I ask, curiosity getting to me.

“Kade, drinking pure vampire blood prevents your commands working and I have been drinking it for years, you can’t get me to tell you shit, Aria’s mutt, all high and mighty like his slag of a mother, you won’t get me to speak, they are worth to much and people are willing to pay whatever we ask, I organised Lucy’s sale myself, yep she will be shipped off long before you find her” He says a cruel smirk on his face.

Tate and Drake move off the wall looking at me.

“What do you mean sold off?” Tate says his body trembling with the urge to shift.

“How do you think the hunters’ organisation pays for all their fancy gadgets, government funding?” Tim snorts, laughing.

“Those that don’t survive the shift, are sold off, the rest used by the hunters to catch the likes of you and to build our army”

“Sold off for what?” I ask, disgusted.

“Whatever the buyer wants them for, Lucy however we kept, a way to keep her mother under control. But once she didn’t come back and then you killed her father, I didn’t see the point in keeping her around anymore, so I auctioned her off”

“Where is she?” I scream, grabbing his throat, my claws tearing into his neck. Tate and Drake ripping me off him.

“You kill him, we don’t get answers” Tate says.

“Her buyer should be there to get her next Wednesday. I think that’s when I organised her pick up. Bright girl, looks exactly like her mother” He taunts with a sadistic smile on his face.

A growl tearing from and Brax forces the shift, Tyson also shifting and I thought he was going to attack Tim when he suddenly attacks me.

“She won’t forgive you Brax if you blow the one chance we have of getting her back” Tyson mind-links.

Tate and Drake got between us while I fought to get control back. Brax lunging at Tim when I feel Tyson’s teeth tear through my shoulder. Tate and Drake jumping into action trying to stop Brax.

“Don’t you fucking hurt him Brax” I scream shoving foward but he pushes me back. Drake is forced to shift as Brax tears into his arm flinging him at the wall. Drake goes for my throat, and I shove forward while Brax fights him off. Pushing on the veil separating us.

“Lucy! Brax think of fucking Lucy” I scream when I feel him shudder, I shove forward taking control just as Drakes claws slice down my ribs while I shifted back.

He drops his head backing up and Tyson shifts puffing and panting. I look at him and give him a nod.

Drake shifts back before getting to his feet, he walks to the table grabbing a knife and walking over to Tim tied naked to the chair. I stand up just as Drake stabs the knife between his legs and he screams, the knife going into his testicle.

“Where are they?” He growls, twisting the blade.

Tim screams when Drake presses the handle down, slicing his balls off. Blood is pouring everywhere. Tim passed out from the blood loss before he could answer. I see Tyson sway going pale. Tate grabs him just as he is about to hit the floor.

“He lasted longer than I thought,” Tate says.

“Put him to bed, Drake help me string up” I tell him.

Tate carries my limp brother out of the basement.

I untie him and Drake grabs the chains before I grab a hook.

“Hold his wrists together” I tell him when Drake is done chucking the chain over the beam.

He holds his wrists together while I shove the hook through both wrists, hear his bones snapping and trying to heal around the hook. I then hook the other end to the chain. Drake starts pulling before hooking the chain to the wall once he was hanging upright, his head hanging limply forward.

It takes a while for him to wake as his wolf heals him.

He groans, lifting his head and looking around disoriented. Tim looks up at his hands before thrashing.

“Last chance to speak before I skin you alive starting with this” I tell him, tapping the knife on his dick. Drake tosses me some gloves.

“Better glove up, God know where you’ve been”

Tim thrashes as he watches me put the gloves on…

“Never felt the need to do a circumcision, but you I am willing to give it a shot, my guinea pig if you will”

“I was lying, I was lying” he screams when I grab his flaccid cock.

“Lying about what?” I ask, pressing the blade to the base of his cock.

“About Lucy, she hasn’t been sold”

“But you have been selling them?” I ask, slicing his skin.

“Yes the teenagers, mainly as bodyguards for the rich, trained right they obey, most are looked after”

“Mainly, so not all?” I ask slicing all the way around, a nice clean cut, he screams before panting. His skin slowly healing.

“Not all, we aren’t sure of their intentions, we don’t care as long as they pay, Danika came up with the idea when we started running out of funds” he says. His words anger me, my first mate would sell off kids.

“What do you know of Danika,”

“I know you fucking killed my wife, I loved her and you fucking killed her, your own mate you sick bastard,” he screams.

“I do have regrets about Danika…. I regret I didn’t kill her slower” I tell him, slicing a fresh circle around the base.

“I think this would be more suitable.” Drake says, handing me the blowtorch, he clicks the trigger, blue flame coming out the end. I hand him the knife while taking the blowtorch.

Tim’s eyes on the flame. “Everyone breaks, you won’t be any different” I tell him.