25. Chapter 25
Consciousnesscreepsbackto me and I blink my eyes open slowly. My head is throbbing, and myarms feel like they are being ripped out of the sockets. I seem to be upright, but my feet can barely touch the floor. My entire weight bears down on my arms, which are pulled high above my head. Something is tight around my wrists, chafing at my skin.
Lifting my gaze, I take in the rope that is bound around my wrists holding me from the ceiling. I drop my eyes again. I’m still clothed, minus my hoodie which is a small relief - the only thing missing is my shoes and socks. Even though I’m still dressed, the parts of my skin that are bare are covered in goosebumps. It’s cold in here, wherever here is.
Where the fuck am I?
I glance around the room if you can even call it that. The walls are concrete, but the ground is rough and rocky, covered in dips and rises. There’s a steel door opposite to where I’m hanging, with a small opening at eye level.
Where”s Bane?
The memories are fuzzy, but I start to piece them together. We went to the mall and then arrived back at the apartment where the wolves attacked us. They took him down, I didn’t think it was possible. I tried to scream, but with a hand over my mouth, no one heard me. One wolf jammed a needle into Bane’s neck. He fought some more, but whatever was in the needle took effect and he collapsed on the ground. Then something struck the back of my head, and everything went dark.
”You”re awake. Good.” That voice, it”s the leader of the wolves. The one who killed Ginny. He sounds like he’s somewhere off to the side, but I didn’t spot him when I looked around.
“Just let me the fuck go. I’m not your mate.” I snap. “And even if you think I am, I’d rather be dead.”
He steps out of the shadows to my right as I tilt my head to look at him. I can see him better than I could that night. There is nothing special about him. His clothes are torn, his hair is filled with as much grease as I remember, and he”s covered in dirt. As he gets closer to me, a shudder passes through my body. I can”t help it.
”Told you I”d find you, little one, and it looks like the bloodsuckers have taken good care of you.” He stops in front of me, his hand grasping my jaw, holding my head up to look at him. He inhales deeply. ”Maybe they took care of you a little too well. Their stench covers you, but don”t worry, I can remedy that. You”ll carry only my scent, inside and out. Everyone will know you”re mine.”
“I’ll never be yours.” I spit in his face. The saliva hits his cheek, and he wipes it away, smirking up at me.
I wrench my face away from him and look away, focusing on the floor and his boot-clad feet. Drawing his face closer to mine, his nose trails up the side of my neck. Unlike when Bane does it, I feel disgusted. His every touch makes me want to puke. Darting out his tongue, he runs it up the side of my neck. I pull on my bonds, hoping they will loosen, but all they do is cut into my wrists, making the skin burn.
The door to the room opens, and two more men walk in. I recognize one of them as Alaric; he was in the alley that night. The other is a man I haven’t seen before, but he’s as dirty looking as the other two.
”Alaric, Hank, take my mate to the showers. Make sure she’s clean. I don”t want to smell bloodsuckers on her anymore. Burn her clothes, I have others for her.”
The rope around my wrists loosens, and I fall to the floor in a heap. Rough hands grab me, pulling me to my feet. They wrap around my arms and half drag me out of the room. I try to fight, but I”m exhausted and my head is still throbbing.
The two men continue to drag me down a darkened hallway, and the rough ground bites at my feet. I lift my head to try and work out where we’re going. The walls on either side of me are carved from rock, and there are lanterns strung in lines, barely lighting the way.
”Glad to see you”re back with us. Itold Rufus it wouldn”t take long.” Alaric speaks to my left. Rufus? Is that the name of the leader? ”We were taking bets on how much time it would take for the fangs to fuck up.”
Hank lets out a rough laugh like it”s some sort of inside joke. I drop my head back down and let them pull me along. I don’t have the energy to fight them right now, especiallynot two wolves - they’ll take me down before I even get a few steps.
We stop in front of another steel door, and Alaric shoves it open. I lift my head slightly as we enter. Unlike the other room I was in, the walls and floor here are covered in grimy, gray tiles and there are a few showerheads attached to one wall.
Alaric keeps hold of me as Hank steps to the closest tap and turns it on. The spray starts off brown and dirty before finally becoming clearer, but even then it doesn’t look like the cleanest water.
“No wonder you guys smell so bad. I’m betting you never shower.” I snark.
Thrusting me forward, Alaric shoves me under the water, fully dressed. It”s ice-cold and feels like thousands of tiny needles piercing the bare skin of my arms. I shriek and try to get away from it, my feet scrambling against the wet tiles. A growl sounds behind me and Alaric crowds against me, one arm slung under my breasts, holding me under the water.
”Rufus said to get you clean. We wouldn”t want to disappoint him now, would we, little bitch?” I cough and splutter as the water crashes over my mouth and nose.
”Shame!” Hank says from behind where Alaric and I stand. ”I”d love to watch him punish her. Maybe he”d even let us fuck her mouth.”
Alaric barks out a laugh next to my ear and I startle. I”m shivering all over, the cold water freezing me to the bone. Rufus, the leader, wants me clean and I want out from under this water.
”Soap?” My voice trembles because of the cold.
”Hank, grab me some soap. Then we can get her clean.” Alaric hefts me a little higher. My feet are now flat on the tiled ground, and he’s letting me stand unaided. ”Strip.” His voice rasps against my ear.
“No!”
Alaric’s grip on me loosens a touch and I slam my head back into his face, making him grunt. Snatching my arms in his, he spins me so I”m facing him and slams me back into the tiled wall, knocking the air from my lungs. His clawed fingers rake down the front of my clothes, ripping through my t-shirt and bra like they”re butter.
His hands reach for my leggings and I try to bat them away, but his claws make quick work of the fabric, leaving me in just my panties.
I hear Hank shuffling back over to us, holding the soap out. Alaric snatches it from Hank”s open hand and turns his full attention back to me. I put my arms over my chest, trying to hide myself as best as I can.
”No need to hide, little bitch. We”ll be seeing everything soon enough.”
My eyes dart up and I see the leering smirk on Hank”s face over Alaric’s shoulder. I take in a shuddering breath and hold out my hand for the soap, but Alaric tuts and shakes his head at me.
”Oh no, that”s not how this works.” He steps closer to me again and my back connects with the tile behind me. ”Rufus said to make sure you”re clean. The only way to do that is if I do it for you.”
Alaric”shand reaches for me. I try to duck away from his touch but fail miserably. He pushes my back against the tiles again with one hand, as his other skirts across my breasts. Soap still in his hand, he roughly massages it against my skin. As soon as his finger glances across my nipple, I react.
My knee drives straight up into his crotch, ripping a gasp from him. Staggering a little, he drops the soap and grabs his family jewels with his hands, his breath coming out in pants.
”You fucking bitch.” He grunts through clenched teeth, amber eyes glaring at me. ”Hank, hold her.”
Hank lunges forward and grabs me, spinning me in his arms and pulling me back against his chest as he tugs my arms behind me. Alaric slowly bends, picking up the soap he dropped.
”I”m going to fucking enjoy this, little bitch.” Alaric stalks closer, malice shining in his eyes. ”Rufus said we couldn”t fuck you, but that leaves so much we can still do.”
Then his rough hands are on me, soaping up my skin. He runs the soap over my breasts. My nipples are rock hard, not from pleasure but from the cold. He doesn”t seem to care as he tweaks one nipple between his fingers, hard. A yelp of pain escapes me.
I squirm in Hank”s arms, fighting with what little strength I have to get away. Alaric”s hands move from my chest as he rubs the soap down my stomach and sides. He drops to his knees before me, lathering up both my legs, his hands moving roughly against my skin. When he reaches the apex of my thighs, he pushes them open.
I try to close them, but he holds them wide. Skirting his hand up the inside of my thigh, I jerk against Hank”s hold.
”Please... I can wash myself.”
”And where would the fun be in that, little bitch?” Alaric laughs again. ”I”m going to make sure you are squeaky clean for your mate, inside and out.” My eyes widen.
With no warning, he pushes past the fabric of my panties and forces two fingers inside me. A scream erupts from my lips at the invasion, but Hank covers my mouth with his free hand. Alaric continues to thrust his fingers in and out of me, aided by the soap covering them. His rough nails scratch at my insides and the soap makes it sting.
”That”s it, little bitch. Squeal for me.” Alaric says as he laughs. I can feel Hank”s arousal now, pushing at my behind and all I can think is how thankful I am for the fabric between us both. My mind and my body are going numb. I see black spots behind my eyes as I struggle to take in a breath.
Ripping his fingers from me, Alaric stands suddenly. He lifts his hand to his mouth, licking his fingers. I can see slight tinges of blood on his digits as he does it. Disgusting piece of shit.
”God, you taste sweet. Like the finest wine.” He sucks his fingers into his mouth before pulling them out with a pop. ”Turn her!” He snaps at Hank.
Hank does as instructed, letting go of my arms. He spins my body and grabs me again, yanking me so my chest is against his. Alaric”s hands are on me again as he washes my back and sides, grazing his nails against my ass as he moves lower and lower.
I feel his breath on my backside. The stubble on his face brushes against the globes of my ass. Grabbing onto each cheek with a hand, he grips me hard, his nails biting into the skin, making me wince.
”Maybe I should wash you here too?” Alaric prods a finger at my anus as I whimper behind Hank”s hand.
Shaking my head violently, I twist and turn my body, pulling my legs back together and clenching. The fabric over my ass is pulled down and Alaric”s finger circles my back passage, rubbing soap around my entrance.
”ALARIC!” Rufus” voice booms and the finger probing at me pulls away. I sign, my body relaxing just a little.
”Yes, sir.” Alaric jumps to his feet, turning his back on me. Hank”s grip across my mouth loosens.
”Get her dressed and take her to the others. I want her to get accustomed to her new accommodations.” I have no idea who the others are, but I”m not sure I want to find out.
”Next time, little bitch.” Alaric keeps his voice low as he chuckles.
The water turns off and I almost crumple, the cold water has left my entire body shaking. Hank shoves me away from the shower and I trip, falling into Alaric”s open arms. They”re both soaking wet, but they don’t seem as affected by the cold as I am.
Must be a wolf thing.
Hank lifts what looks like an old scrap of satin fabric and holds it in front of me. He shoves it over my head, and wrenches my arms through the holes. My eyes drop to the fabric. What I thought was a scrap of material is a dirty, torn babydoll that barely covers my breasts and ass. It clings uncomfortably to my still wet skin.
Alaric grabs me and drags me out of the showers, back into the darkened tunnel. We turn in the opposite direction to where we came from. The dirt on the floor clings to my feet and lower legs, and before long, it”s like I”ve not even had a shower at all.
I can hear another voice getting closer as we move through the tunnels. We stop in front of two other wolves I”ve never seen before. One unlocks the door they are guarding and pushes it open. Alaric drags me inside. There isn”t much light in here but what I can see horrifies me.
Scattered around the cave-like room are multiple cages, most of them filled with half-naked women all clad in attire similar to my own. I count only two cages that are empty, and one of them has the door wide open. As Alaric pulls me closer, I start to fight again, but he doesn”t let go. His grip on my arms only gets tighter, claws digging into my skin and slicing into it. It burns like paper cuts.
My eyes dart around. There are chains hanging from the ceiling and manacles attached to the walls. A red-haired woman is laying across a wooden table, her arms are restrained above her head at one end of the table and her legs are spread wide. My breathing hitches as a man steps up to thetable and leans over her. His hips start thrusting as she sobs. My swallow is audible as I tear my eyes away from the scene.
”Please... just let me go.” I plead.
”Can”t do that, little bitch.” Alaric whispers against my ear, licking my ear lobe and making me shudder.
No matter how much I struggle, I can”t get free. As we move further into the room, all I can hear are the moans and pleas of the other women, and my panic escalates. Alaric shoves me down towards the ground and pushes me into the cage. The metal bites into my knees as I scramble to get my balance, and the dirt on the floor smears across my hands and knees.
The sound of the cage door shutting echoes around the cave, and a few sobs sound around me. There is hardly any room to move, and even though I can see out of the cage, I feel like the world is closing in around me. I’ve finally snapped; sobs wrack through me and tears flow down my cheeks. I thrash about, kicking at the metal surrounding me.
The cage jolts as Alaric slams his boot into the side of it. A few whimpers come from the other cages around me.
”You fucking bitches need to quieten down!” Alaric hollers. ”If you don”t, the boys will find much better uses for your mouths.”
All at once, there is complete silence, apart from the noises coming from me. Even the woman being raped has gone quiet. Something tugs on my hair, yanking my head back to the side of the cage. My cheek connects with the metal and it digs into my skin. Wetness drips down the side of my face as a sharp edge digs into my cheekbone, cutting it.
”That includes you, little bitch.” He gives my hair another yank. ”If you don”t stop, I”ll shove my cock so far down your throat, the only sounds coming out of your mouth will be you choking on my dick.” With that, he lets go of my hair and stomps away.
The clang of the metal door shutting makes me jump and I curl into a tight ball. I dig my teeth into my lip to silence my cries.
They”ll come for me, they have to come for me. Please don”t leave me here.
I rock back and forth, my breathing rasping in and out. The only other sound in the cave is flesh slapping together. I close my eyes and shove my hands over my ears. I’m stuck here, and all because I couldn’t make do with granny panties.