“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.”
He grinned, the pointed teeth reflecting the small fragments of light in the room. They must have a lantern or something lit. “I have a lot of power inside these walls, and I spent the entire week working out the exact logistics of capturing you. Trust me, by the time they find you … well, actually, there will be nothing left to find. This is not the first time we’ve done this, and people disappear inside here all the time. They’re used to it.”
I calmed my voice. “Not the shifter alpha and council leader’s daughter. I’m thinking they might investigate a little further into my disappearance. And the Compasses…” I grinned for the first time since my capture. “Oh, the Compasses are going to have fun with you.”
At least I knew that much. Even if I did die in this shithole today, my revenge would be exacted. It made facing the next few hours of my life almost bearable.
His confidence faltered, so minutely that if I hadn’t been boring holes into his face with my eyes, I would not have noticed it. But he’d let it slip.
“If you let me go, I will forget this happened. We both walk away and never speak of it again.”
Lie. I was going to fucking kill him. But he was a vampire and they couldn’t scent truth in someone’s words as easily as a shifter. I’d always been an excellent liar. I’d steadied my heart rate and controlled my fear.
For a second there I thought I’d gotten through to him. Then he straightened, resolve crossing his features again, and I knew that he’d moved past the fear. He was back in a position of crazy sociopath vampire. No thoughts, no worries.
He reached behind him and grabbed something dark. I struggled, throwing my head side to side when I realized what it was. He gripped my face tightly, holding it in place as he shoved the entirety of the strip of material into my mouth.
“Stop talking, wolf. I’d like to enjoy myself, and this incessant chatter is making me angry. Angry enough to kill you. And I promised I wouldn’t do that. That’s someone else’s joy.”