Chapter 11 #2
“Come back with us. We won’t hurt you, I promise,” Theo holds his hands out to me again.
His green eyes practically glow in the dark.
“Come, you will catch your death out here. It’s freezing.
” I haven’t noticed the cold, adrenaline is keeping me warm.
They step close, too close. I swing the simple weapon and they step out of the way.
Theo frowns at me, eyes reproachful and hurt.
Why does he look hurt? I’m the one about to be tortured.
“Imogen put the fucking stick down. You will only hurt yourself,” Tobias voice snaps, a vicious growl overtakes his voice.
I grip it tighter. He’s one of the ones I need to fend off, doesn't he understand? Tobias’s eyes change back to deep black orbs, which is even more nerve wracking in this darkness. He’s a demon, possessed and very ticked off.
“What are you? Stay away from me!” I scream. My hands tremble, holding the stick out in front trying to ward them off.
Tobias sighs, head dropping. “I’m a werewolf, Imogen.” The light returns to his eyes bit by bit.
I laugh, a long drawn out cackle. I thought demons who want to suck out my soul, or even damn vampires considering his fucking bite. But werewolves? People who can turn into dogs? “You expect me to believe you both turn into furry dogs?”
Tobias huffs, clearly insulted by my words.
“He does, not me,” Theo’s voice rings out like twinkling bells.
I forgot he’s standing there, my attention mainly on Tobias as he is closer, but now Theo is close again, his eyes focused on mine, a self-confident smirk on his lips.
I turn and swing the stick at him. He moves quickly avoiding being hit.
“Then what are you, then? We have Fluffy over there, what furry creature do you turn into?” I spit sarcastically.
I can hear Tobias growling from behind me, making my skin crawl and a shiver run up my spine.
My body breaks out in goosebumps, his feral growl echoes off the trees.
But it’s replaced all too soon with something worse, the cracks of bones snapping, changing, becoming something different.
I cringe, dropping the stick to cover my ears.
I can't escape the noise. I turn toward Tobias, but it isn’t him but the stray stalking toward me, teeth bared and dangerously sharp.
Then, Theo’s voice is in my ear. “I’m something much worse,” He whispers, and I scream at the soft touch of his hands on my wrists. The whole escape plan has failed. I've fallen to monsters.
Theo moves faster than I can predict. He slides behind me, pulling me into his arms and scooping me up, a hand under my ass to hold me steady.
He forces my legs around his hips, runs back into the forest. My scream is stolen by the wind's speed whipping past us.
Everything blurs; no human can move this fast. Bile burns its way up my throat.
I clench my eyes shut. I can't even tell if we are going to hit a tree but how can we go this fast safely? It’s like being stuck in Tobias's car with the windows down.
I curl against Theo's chest, the only place of safety, my stomach lurching.
Why can't this monster stop or slow down? I’m going to fall apart at this rate.
I bury my head in his neck, protecting myself from the biting wind stinging my skin.
He moves in and out of the trees like a professional and soon my surroundings return bit by bit.
The long grass from the paddocks snaps my bare feet, a final painful reminder of the futility of my escape attempt.
In the time it has taken me to get an hour away from this place, I'm returned in mere minutes.
Theo skids to a stop at the doors, the stone house looming above us.
I shiver in his arms like a scared little animal.
His hand strokes my back in reassuring pats.
His other hand stays firmly beneath my ass, but now that we have stopped, his middle finger rubs my panties against me, making me wet from just his touch.
“You alright, Imogen?” His eyes hold mine, the thick fog clouds my mind again.
Why does his presence always make me feel like all I can focus on is him?
“You’re safe with us, understand?” The calming sensation rolls over my body in waves, fear leaving me while his words blaze in my mind.
I’m safe with them, how silly it is to run.
If anyone can help me, won't it be them?
They won't hurt me, only bring me immeasurable pleasure as long as I let them.
Theo smiles at me. His lips press softly against mine, cold but demanding. I moan when his tongue brushes mine. His middle finger slides into the crotch of my panties, directly rubbing my clit. His eyes are hooded.
I’m lost, trapped in the feel of his icy tongue playing with mine.
Everything else fades away. All that matters is that tongue, and that cold finger sliding inside of me, promising me all the things he wants to do to me.
I loop my arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
His fingers work faster, until I moan into his mouth.
I've forgotten my own name by this point.
I want this man, want him with every fiber of my being.
Behind us, Tobias clears his throat, no longer in his other form.
Theo slips his finger out of me, placing me on the ground with one hand wrapped around my shoulders, while he sucks on the dripping digit.
"About time you caught up, I wanted a taste of what you got to enjoy earlier." He casually pushes me closer to Tobias. Once his skin leaves mine, the fog from before lifts, my memory snapping back into place like a rubber band returning to its original form. These men are dangerous, lethal monsters. What the fuck am I doing getting aroused by one of them? I back up away from them. My instincts scream for me to run, but that obviously is a bad idea. It didn’t work last time. Will they kill me slowly? Is that why they didn’t slaughter me out on the road?
“You are safe, Imogen,” I can still hear Theo's words. His cat-like eyes focus on me again. He leisurely sucks the tip of his finger. “No one will hurt you.”
Lies. I remember the conversation. I know everything they are trying to hide from me. I stumble onto a side of them that has taken away every position impression I've ever had.
“Calm down, Imogen. I can hear your heart pounding, practically see your thoughts running through that head of yours,” Tobias says, trying to move closer, his hand reaching for me.
I contemplate taking it. Which monster will I survive with?
Will they both devour me? Leave nothing left but maybe Tom's memories of me?
“Nothing has changed, Imogen. We are still the same people.” Theo wraps his arms around Tobias’s shoulders. His eyes swirl with lust. There’s no doubt in my mind this creature still wants me.
“You’re monsters!” I snarl at them. “You shouldn’t exist.” My voice is soft by the end of my words.
I have to think of a way out of this fucked up situation.
Pleading is a longshot, but what else do I have?
“I want to go home, please take me home. I won’t tell, I promise.
Everything will be the exact same at work. "
Theo’s eyes soften, the predatory grin fades from his lips. “Imogen,” he whispers. “Our poor girl.”
“We can’t let you go home, Imogen,” Tobias replies to me, voice cold.
And if I can't go home, that means they will be my executioners.
My heart races and my throat closes, making it difficult to breathe.
I take sharp shallow breaths. I'm hyperventilating, I realize.
They really are going to kill me. My legs give out from under me as I slip into darkness, fighting for air as I choke on my own inability to control my emotions.
I don't want to pass out. I will myself to stay conscious, but it’s inevitable, my body collapses in on itself as darkness takes over.
The last thing I hear is Theo’s voice. “And she is out again, I told you she would now pay up.”
Waking up, I roll over. My body brushes something cold and I sit upright, blinking and trying to once more get my bearings.
A light flickers on in my brain, registering the fact I passed out because my stupid body was having a meltdown.
Maybe my brain is fried, and I imagined everything.
But such hopes are dashed when I look to see what the cold thing is.
Theo smiles, turning the page of a book, his arm brushing against me again.
“How are you feeling?” he asks, his eyes not leaving his book.
I don’t speak; I just watch him fascinated by how fast his eyes scan the page before he flicks to the next one.
He hardly seems dangerous. He looks like a normal man, only I know he isn’t.
He’s dark and sinister yet gazing at him, he hasn't changed. He’s still his flirty bubbly self. I pause, studying the book. Wait.
“You’re reading Dark Desires?” I blurt.
Theo smiles. “You suggested it, remember?”
Theo puts the book down and rolls to his side, laying down so he’s eye level with me.
“You're doing better, not as scared. Your heart isn’t pounding, and I can’t smell your fear,” he whispers while brushing stray hair behind my ear. He inhales deeply. His cool fingers brush against my cheek softly. The calming fog rolls in again. He’s the one who causes all this.
“Please don’t,” I whisper, turning away from his touch.
He blinks at me as his hand hovers in the air. “Don’t what?” His husky whisper washes over my body, relaxing every muscle.
“Whatever it is you're doing to me, making everything foggy.” I wave my hand in front of my head, trying to fight the sensation. He nods and the fog lifts. My body is my own again. “Are you going to kill me?” I question in the same soft tone he used on me.
“We will never hurt you, Imogen, I promise. Well, not hurt in that sense,” he says, a sly smile creeping onto his face as he bites his bottom lip.