Rejected Luna: Untamed Desire Of The Lycan Alpha

Chapter 205: Pardon My French (3)

"How can I help you?" Inez walked over to the interrogation room, which was like a toolshed. Her eyes flicked to the man who was standing by her side as if he was afraid that she was going to keel over any second. "Why did you call me here if you are going to act all overprotective over me?"

"The captive witches speak French," replied Laxus as he pushed Killian to one side. "I remember that you once told Selene that you know a lot of languages, so by any stroke of luck, do you know how to speak French?"

Finn turned and looked at Inez with wide eyes. "You know how to speak French?"

"She can speak at least six to seven languages," said Killian, wanting to boast about his woman. "And that’s not including English." free.webno(v)e\l.(c)om

Inez rolled her eyes when she heard the pride in his tone. She turned to look at the witches and then asked, "Do they really not speak English?"

"If they do, they have shown no signs of it."

Inez nodded. "Very well then, how about we...?" She told her plan to the men in the interrogation room, and by the time she was done, not only Killian but every other male looked possibly impressed.

Once Killian approved Inez’s idea, he led all of them inside the shed. Laxus asked Inez to follow Killian closely; she guessed that it must be because the man was worried that Killian would slit the throats of the two women if she didn’t stay by his side.

And given the rumbling that was going on within Killian’s chest, Inez knew that Laxus was not wrong in doing so.

Inez studied the two witches who were tied and secured to two chairs. They appeared more bored as opposed to afraid, but they were uneasy. She could notice that from the small movements of their eyes and fingers.

Ryder was the one who broke the silence as he pointed to the witch on the right and said, "That over there is Ariel, and the other one on the side is Misha."

With a predator-like pace, Killian came to a stop in front of the two witches. "I don’t think we got around to introducing ourselves." The witches just stared at him. "I am Killian Sokolov; maybe you already know me, given that you made the foolish mistake of attacking my pack. Now I have one simple question: why did you attack our pack?"

Neither of them answered the question as they put on a really confused expression as if they couldn’t understand what Killian was saying to them, but Inez noticed the look of recognition in their eyes. They understood everything that they were saying, but they were acting dumb.

"I will ask one more time," rumbled Killian. "Why did you attack my pack?"

Misha turned to look at Ariel and said in French, "It seems like he doesn’t know about the hit."

Amusement danced in Ariel’s eyes, and she remarked in French, "I wouldn’t have expected any better from a mutt. They have always been stupid, haven’t they?"

Killian growled, his patience running thin as he banged his hands on the table before saying, "I know you understand me damn well. Don’t you try to fuck with me. Answer the damn question; who asked you to do it?"

"And if we don’t, then he will kill us?" said Misha in a bored manner. "Like we are scared of being killed. We can always regenerate if we want to. Kill us if you want, bad boy."

Ariel chuckled. "That’s right. Why do you think we were sent here to kill this entire pack? It’s because we are veinweavers. We can regenerate ourselves and even if we explode into a pile of flesh and blood. It’s just that the pain is a bit of a bother."

"I hate when they do that. Why do they always have to kill us in such a gruesome manner? We are women; even if we are witches, they could at least be a bit gentle to us. Can’t they?"

Seeing that the two women were not speaking, Killian started to pace in front of them. "Have you two ever heard of the Glass sand pour?"

Ariel turned even more exasperated when she heard his words. "One more. They are going to roll or throw us in the glass sand. How realistic. How unique."

Misha glanced at her friend and then said to her, "Like I said, shifters are not smart enough to come up with new ways of torture. It’s always cut, bruised and hit. What a shame, though; I just went for body polishing just a few days ago."

Killian didn’t know what the two women were talking about, but maybe the lack of respect for the torture method that he had spoken about was quite evident because he smiled. A little more feral than he should have. He turned his head to one side and then, like a professor at a university, he explained, "You might think it’s a simple form of torture, but it’s not. The torturer secures the captives’ noses and then places a funnel inside their mouths. They then start pouring sand mixed with glass into their mouths. The captive won’t be able to hold on for long and will end up swallowing the content inside the funnel."

Inez smiled when the two witches turned slightly pale.

Killian continued, "The torturers would do it over and over, only stopping when the captive is full, and then we would turn them upside down and let them cough out the glass sand. The only problem is that the second they start vomiting, the glass mixed with bile and vomit will come out of their mouths and trickle down their skin and eyes, making soft, painful cuts, and we will continue doing that until you lose layers upon layers of skin."

Ariel’s mouth twisted. Her exasperation and boredom were now replaced with apprehension as she turned to look at her partner and spoke in French. "I must say. I have never heard of that before."noveldrama