I know I let out a strangled yelp, but darkness descended across my mind before I even had a chance to see my attackers. I fought the pull. If I let the fuzziness win I was as good as dead. If I knew anything, it was that an unconscious person can’t fight back. And I wasn’t going down without a fight. I dropped to my knees; my head wanted to pitch forward but I held on to consciousness. As my attacker wedged their hands under my armpits, I swung out with all my strength. A male curse sounded as I hit something solid, and I took the opportunity to struggle as hard as I could, yelling and hollering. Of course, all of that came to a stunning conclusion with a second blow to the temple.
Chapter 15
Consciousness returned slowly, the ache in my head almost as bad as the fey wine hangover. Except this time I didn’t have that moment of disorientation where I couldn’t remember what had happened. I recalled the events perfectly. I’d been attacked in the showers.
I didn’t open my eyes straight away, I tried to get my bearings. I was flat on my back, hard cold stone beneath me. Judging by the chill, I was naked still and my hands were tied above my head. Icy metal was biting into my wrists; my feet felt the same.
Great! Could I be in a more vulnerable position? Naked and chained spread-eagled across the floor.
I had to know what I was up against, so I opened my eyes. The room was dark, stone walls embedded with earth elements and magic. Still inside the prison. From the small area I could see, there was no one close by. Although I sensed them there, just out of my line of sight. I fought against the bindings on my wrists. The metal cuffs held no silver, which was a bonus, but I wasn’t strong enough to break them, especially without full connection to my wolf. I could feel her howling, but couldn’t reach out and touch her.
Where was Braxton? What had they done to him? Icy tendrils of fear were churning in my gut. I was afraid for myself, but more importantly I needed to know my friend was okay. It had to be something big for them to be able to take him out.
“Awake I see.” A shadow crossed over my face and a male stood over the top of me. Scar-face.
I snarled at him. I was in such a submissive position and I hated it. If my wolf hadn’t been chained down, she’d be going nuts.
Scar-face grinned as he continued to stare at me, his stone-like eyes eerie. “Sorry if my boys were a little rough, we only had moments before your guard awoke.”
I schooled my features to hide my relief. Did that mean Braxton was alive?
“Simple tranq took care of him … for five minutes,” he muttered. “We left him be. Our issue is not with him, but with Jonathon Lebron.”
He stepped a little closer and I started growling. I wished I could attack him. He tilted his head to the side, watching me closely.
“Sins of the father are the sins of the daughter. So you must die.”
Well, damn. That was harsh.
“Although, my friend wants to have a little fun with you first.” He looked away from me, and as if he’d sent a silent signal, another shadow peeled itself off the dark walls.
Vlad. Great, he’d be looking to punish me for my attitude the other day, and Braxton for his threat.
With nothing to lose, I decided it was time to speak up. “Little pathetic, don’t you think? You didn’t even give me a chance to fight. There is no victory in winning like this.” I spat each and every word at them.
The two men exchanged a glance, and once again an unspoken conversation passed between them. Scar-face gave me one last smile before he left the room … left me with one of the most insane, violent supernaturals alive.
Vlad knelt next to me. “You’re mistaken if you think this is about me proving my dominance. I don’t need to best you in combat, I don’t care for that accolade. This is purely about punishment and my own personal enjoyment.” He leaned even closer and his foul breath washed over me. “And you couldn’t be in a better position for what I have in mind.”
I froze then, my entire body and mind shutting down, as if it couldn’t process what was about to happen. I had no doubts of what his words meant, and fear blasted me like a snowstorm. Sure, I was a tough wolf shifter, but the thought of rape is enough to bring anyone to their knees. There’s nothing quite as debilitating as having your humanity stripped away from you.
I refused to show fear to this creature, though. He would never know that he had brought me to a place no one else ever had. A place of being a victim. He hadn’t even touched me yet, but my imagination needed no help. I knew what was to come next.
I went with false bravado. “Someone is going to find me. I have friends on the inside here.”