24. Chapter 18
Kaylynn
What is going on? Commotion whirls around me and all I can make out are grunts and growls.
I stiffen as I feel someone come behind me.
‘Not your mate’ my inner voice tells me.
This has the hairs on the back of my neck rising.
In a sudden turn of events, a chain is wrapped around my throat tightly, and my breathing becomes labored.
Stupid fucking blindfold. I can't see, nor can I really breathe in this moment. As the chain tightens even more, my hands are grabbed, pulling on the zip tie, causing my wrists to hurt. “Don’t make a move, or I will tear her throat out.” The voice above me yells out into the commotion of the room.
All noise seems to still. “Don’t touch her, or we will end you, and each and every one of your lackeys!
” Zach's deep voice vibrates through the room with his anger.
Growls start ringing out around me with what is going on.
I really wish I wasn't wearing this stupid fucking blindfold.
I try to wiggle to see if I can loosen the blindfold up, but it's useless, and I just get held tighter.
“You touch one strand of hair on her head, and you will regret it.” Zach is not playing around.
His voice scares me because I can feel how serious he is.
The sounds of nails against concrete surrounds me and a tuft of fur rubs against my body, while howls break out in the small enclosed room.
I feel some kind of hot wetness splash against my skin and I immediately still.
The chain around my throat tightens briefly before it suddenly loosens and I’m released.
Somehow the ziptie is cut from my wrists, and I start to crawl on my hands and knees against the cool concrete.
I don’t even bother to take off the blindfold, because I just want out of this place.
I go as fast as I can, but my body is shaking so bad that I can’t move as fast as I would like.
This is so fucked up, what was I even signed up for?
Tears are trying to come out of my eyes, but they get stopped by the blindfold, causing it to get wet.
The smell of copper hits my nose and I know there is blood all around me.
I hold back the need to gag as I try to focus on my breathing.
I recall a trick I learned, you try to find five things or senses.
One, I feel a cold floor. Two, I hear grunts and growling.
Okay maybe that one isn’t as calming as I thought it would be.
Three, aside from the coppery smell, I smell old moss.
Four, I feel the tingling in my finger tips.
Five, I can't see, but the darkness gives me a small sense of security.
The whole ‘what you don’t know can’t hurt you’ is my mantra at the moment.
My breathing slows, so I reach out to feel around, and my hand immediately finds a goopy mess.
I’m dreading even considering the possibilities of what it is.
I breathe in and let it back out trying to keep myself together. Kay you got this .
I feel a step in front of me, and I put my other hand up on the next one, slowly and carefully making my way back up where we came from.
My mind races with possibilities of what's going on.
Do I even want to know what's going on? Yes, what a stupid question to even ask myself.
Suddenly, a cold hand wraps around my ankle, as I'm guessing I'm halfway up the stairs.
“Let go of my fucking leg.” I push back and hope to catch whoever this is off guard.
“Why are you talking, you little bitch. Weren't you taught to speak only when spoken to?” The voice seethes out. And that’s when I realize it’s the man from before, the guys’ father.
“Weren’t you taught to provide women with respect, love and compassion? For a man who wants nothing more than a woman to have his babies, you're kind of the exact reason we choose the bear.” I reply snarkily. Once I get going, there's really no stopping me.
I’m picked up and thrown over someone’s, I am guessing the father’s, shoulder.
“I’m going to teach you to watch your tongue.
It seems my sons are not doing the job, so I’m going to have to show you how it’s done.
” He spits outs. Yup, just as I suspected, the father.
“ You don’t talk out of turn, you don’t talk back, and you especially don’t get an opinion.
” Their father says through gritted teeth.
My mouth drops open in utter shock. What kind of twilight zone am I in?
Without a second's notice, I’m thrown into a cold, confined area.
I feel around, discovering a velvety soft texture.
A loud snap has my senses on high alert and a whine comes from my mouth.
When have I ever done that? I turn over and try to push with my hands but that’s when I notice I’m completely trapped.
I start screaming at the top of my lungs,
“Help!…. Please help me!” My screams turn into sobs, and snot starts running down my face.
Why is no one helping me? My breathing becomes erratic, and after feeling around some more, I notice what I’m really in, a coffin.
That bastard put me in a coffin! My throat starts to close up, and the feeling of choking to death seems like a real way of dying.
The darkness begins to come over me, stars filter in and out of my head.
Then everything goes black.