Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

Chapter 122- Ella’s Past Part 2

Trigger Warning: This chapter contains experiences of abuse and S**ual a*sault – nothing explicit, but

please take care reading!

Sinclair

Don’t shift, don’t shift, don’t shift. I think manically. Ella needs you.

Listening to Ella recount her childhood always makes me furious, but this time is worse than all the

others. I’ve suspected that Ella suffered terrible traumas for some time now, but before this night I’d

been able to pacify my outrage with the hope that I’m wrong.

No longer.

As Ella speaks, I wonder how she could ever imagine herself weak. I can’t even stand to listen to her

story, but she actually lived it. She sacrificed herself for her sister, and she survived things I can only

imagine.

“When the matron realized it was me, she smiled so cruelly that my stomach turned – she was only too

glad to take me instead of Cora.” Ella continues, shuddering with the memory. Her unease gives my

wolf the push he needed to put aside his own rage and comfort her. I finally manage a weak purr, and

Ella presses her nose to my chest, breathing in my scent.

“She took me to her own room and put me in her bed, and then she got in with me and… started

touching me in ways I didn’t like or understand. She made me touch her too, and she never stopped

talking. She told me how pretty I was over and over, and kept asking me if I liked it. I said no, but she

just insisted that this was a special, secret game I was lucky to play. She said everything I was feeling

might be confusing, but it was good and right and natural. She said it took practice, but that we’d have

plenty of time… Afterwards she took me back to the dorm with a reminder not to share our secret. Cora

asked me what happened but I didn’t know how to explain.”

“The next day I went to the doctor in residence, and I told him what the matron had done. I’d never

liked him much, but in my heart I knew what had happened was wrong, and I didn’t know who else to

tell. I thought that since it was about my body, the doctor was the one who could help. There was no

such thing as S** ed at the orphanage and no one else ever talked to us about our bodies. At first I was

relieved to tell someone. The doctor seemed very concerned, and agreed that it sounded strange.”

“Then he told me that he needed to examine me…” Ella’s words are coming in starts and stops now,

and her shaking is getting worse. The bath is still steaming around us, so I know she isn’t cold – and I

know the worst isn’t over yet. “He took off my clothes and put me on the exam table… and then I’ll

never forget the way he said, ‘now it’s very important that you be still, Ella. This is a different kind of

exam than you’re used to, and if you move too much I could hurt you.”’

Tears stream down Ella’s cheeks as she quotes the doctor, and it takes all my strength to contain my

wolf. “Then he said, ‘I know little girls can have a hard time staying still, so I have these nifty straps to

help you.’ He pulled out restraints from under the table and strapped me down… and then he asked me

exactly what the matron did, and when I explained he would touch me exactly how she had, saying ‘like

this?’ and if I didn’t answer, if I cried or objected, he would only do it rougher and demand I tell him.”

“After the first minute or so I figured out what he was about, and I didn’t want to answer his questions

anymore, but if I didn’t speak he would start guessing more and more abuses, always demonstrating

them on my body. They were far worse than anything she’d done… So I answered… I told him how to

hurt me.” Ella is interrupted by my ferocious snarl, and she looks up at me for the first time since she

started speaking. Her eyes are overflowing, but she offers me a bitter smile and reaches up to stroke

my jaw. “It’s okay, big bad wolf, it’s almost over.”

My snarl becomes a whine, and Ella determinedly forges on. “I was too young to understand why they

did those things, but I knew how it made me feel: guilty, tainted, defiled… I never wanted it to happen

again, but I was already broken, and there were other girls like Cora who weren’t yet.”

Oh no. No, no, no – tell me she didn’t! I have a horrible sick feeling in my stomach, and I wish I could

go back in time and whisk Ella away from that horrible place before anyone could hurt her. Of course,

that only would have meant other children would be hurt, which is how I already know what Ella did. My

brave, brilliant little mate would never stand by and let another child be abused… even if it meant being

abused herself.

“So I stopped hiding at night. I gave myself up so the others wouldn’t be touched… I figured I couldn’t

be ruined more than I already was, and it was better than allowing someone else to be destroyed.” Ella

shares, confirming my fears but also magnifying my despair by explaining her logic. “The matron came

almost every night… and the doctor would call me in for check ups every few weeks. I hated those

visits worse than anything… the matron was sort of gentle, and she never tied me down or gagged me.

She didn’t want to inflict pain, she seemed determined to make me like it.”

“The doctor was different. He was a true sadist; he loved my fear, loved my pain. And he escalated

over time…” Ella hides her face in my neck as she concludes her horrible tale. “When I was twelve he

raped me, and that’s when Cora and I ran away. I invited the other girls to run with us, but most were

more afraid of living on the street than they were of the matron. Luckily they didn’t know about the

doctor, and I warned the ones who stayed behind to never confide in him.”

My hands are clamped so tightly on Ella I’m afraid I must be hurting her, but she doesn’t complain.

She’s still crying, but her muscles have unwound now that her story is complete. There are tears in my

own eyes, and I can only kiss and caress my sweet mate as I process everything she shared. “Are they

still there? The matron and the doctor?” I finally ask, my voice a dangerous hiss.