Zara
It had been days since I'd been there against my will by my mate. He was able to know my name even when I had not said anything to him. I hadn't even got the smallest clue as to why.
Everyone was dead. Including James.
And all this stupid disaster started with that monster walking into my wedding. I sighed as I contemplated all the possible reasons why I could have been taken. I knew I was his mate, but what would he want with me when he had tried to even kill me?
I scanned the area for anything that could aid my escape from this hell hole, as I have done a number of times, and still didn't see anything. It was clear that I was kept under a tight leash. They should sense that I would be looking for a way to escape. I just wished I could contact everyone that I had lost. That had been taken from me.
I wish I could speak to Xavier asking him what he wants. I hate how helpless I feel right now.
I couldn't do anything as much as I wanted to, let as much escape here. I sat there patiently hoping help would come soon. I knew no one would be looking for me. I had no one. It was just me in the hands of this monster. But it had been days and my will had begun to falter. I scrunched up my knees and laid my head on it. Then I heard footsteps coming; I just hoped this was what I thought it was. I'd give anything to sleep in a bed right now.
A young guy sat down a few feet away from me, he looked as tired and frustrated as me. He was already half dead. But he wouldn't say, he just kept on staring at the wall. I smiled and looked at him as he stared at the wall relentlessly. I cleared my throat and called for his attention.
"Hey." He raised his eyebrows at me to signify he was hearing me, but he didn't look at me, nor did he say anything.
"Um, do you know where this place is? I can smell the underground. Flowing water. How long have you been locked up here?"
"Your senses are still sharp. Very soon it would fade." I was shocked.
Was it what I said that gave me away?
"You are speaking like you are not one. What are you in for?." I searched his eyes for some answers like he knew what was going on but he just stared back at me.
"I will bite if you tell me yours."
"The alpha ruined my wedding. Killed everyone I know as a plan of revenge. Now, I'm stuck here as his mate. I don't know what he wants with me."
"Mated to the monster, huh?" He scoffed.
I sighed and pulled some of my hair out of my face. "I so hate this; I hate the fact that I'm helpless; I hate the fact that I'm stuck in here, and I can't do anything about it," I muttered under my breath. He still didn't say anything. I knew he heard me. and it was getting more frustrating because I needed someone to tell me my problems, and I may just die of frustration if I didn't get out of there.
"Don't beat yourself to it, I'm sure help will come to you soon," he said, trying to comfort me. I sighed, stretched my legs out and hissed.
"Everyone I know is dead. Help is far from me right now." I almost ran down my eyes, and I clasped my hands on my face, trying to hide my frustration.
"you are not a very strong wolf?" He said from the other side of the cell. I ignored him. "I'm sure something would click. you just have to keep your spirit up and high." I removed my hands from my face and wiped my eyes.
I was starting to get a little bit of hope when the door swung open and a man came in. He was bald and had a full beard dyed red.
"Hmm, look at them getting all cosy," he said with a disgusting smile on his face.
"Well, you'd better stop hoping or warming up," the other said. "It's not like you'll be seeing her face more often." The strange guard said, giggling with extreme wickedness. It looked like he was chuckling.
I was lost.
I swallowed hard and looked at the guy who just stared at me. "What do you mean by he won't be seeing me often?" I said in a shaky voice. "Where are you…?"
I tried to gather strength, but I didn't know what they had been giving me; I felt powerless.
"Hush," the bald guy said one placed his hands on his lips and said. "You are not in any position to be asking questions." He bent over and poked me on my nose, still grinning.
Before I could ask another question the less bulky one grabbed me by my arm and pulled me out of the cell, dragged me along the hall as I struggled relentlessly. I hit him and screamed at him to let me go, but he wouldn't; he just kept on dragging me.
"Let me go!" I cried. "Let me go!" Then he reached this room and stopped and opened the door with one hand, he flung me inside and closed it behind me.
"Don't hurt our guest." A distinct voice announced his existence from behind. I stood up and looked at him. That sinister smile was something I could not forget.
Two others just stood in the room, staring at the unfolding events. He gestured at me to sit down, and I looked at the seat. It was a strange chair with ropes and a whip beside it. I knew it wasn't a normal chair, probably used for torturing people.
"Umm, I'd prefer standing," I said and laughed, trying to hide my nervousness, while simultaneously stepping back towards the door.
He breathed out and said, "You would find it disappointing that the door won't open for you." As soon as he said that, I thrust the door knob but it won't open. He walked up to me, and I leaned against the door; my heart was breathing so fast it hurt.
"I love the way people cower in fear, especially when they see danger. I just want to talk after you tried to kill me." He pulled my arm and walked me to the chair. He sat me down there, pinned me against the chair and pulled the ropes button under the table a few inches beside me and I was locked in. I struggled trying to pull my arms off but It wouldn't bulge.
"This talk I'm about to have with you, I'll be asking you questions and you'll be answering. Failure to deliver a correct answer, you'll be punished severely." I swallowed hard and my eyes twitched uncontrollably. He smiled and it looked different from what I had seen on his face before.
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"So here's the first question. What is that chain on your neck?" He stood behind me and grabbed my shoulder. I could feel my temperature rising and my heart pounding increased.
"Fuck you!" I spat on his face.