Slave To The Alpha

Chapter 5

Dean studied my neck and took a huge step towards me. I gulped nervously and kept taking steps away from him, afraid about what might happen if he got too close. He angrily snatched my arm and yanked me out of the bathroom.

I fought his grip and cried out as my wounded shoulders sang in agony. "I hope you feel the fucking pain!" He snarled out at me. "Fuck you!" I cried. He suddenly whipped me onto his bed and straddled my waist. "If I can't trust you in my room by yourself then I'm gonna start tying you to the goddamn bed!" I let the tears stream silently down my face as I peered at Dean.

He glared at me angrily and I watched as he clenched his jaw. "I really fucking despise you. I hope you know that." He said through clenched teeth. Suddenly he kissed me, and I didn't know whether or not I should listen to my fear and kiss him back so he doesn't get madder or if I should listen to my defiant side and just sit here.

I'm just gonna sit here. He continued to kiss me and then grabbed my face. He squeezed my cheeks until he forced my mouth open and he stuck his tongue in. My eyes narrowed and I ignored everything as I bit down on his tongue. I felt the skin on his tongue give away and tasted his blood as it slid down my throat.

The minute he pulled away I spat it back on his face. He glared at me and pulled out his phone, dialing quickly and putting it to his ear the second it started ringing. "Get me a bunch of syringes, and fast." He growled out. A tear slid down my face as I realized that more torture was to come.

Suddenly a nurse burst in and dropped the syringes off beside me with some rope and left quickly. I tilted my head up and prayed to the moon, to the Goddess, that I lived through this. He snatched up the ropes and quickly tied my wrists and ankles down. He picked out a syringe and held it in the air.

I noticed that there seemed to be some type of clear liquid in the syringe already, and it sort of frightened me. He smiled at me and put the needle on my neck, right on a cut I had put on myself. My eyes widened as I realized what he was about to do. "N-no... Wait, please don't-"

Before I could finish my sentence he jabbed the needle into the side of my throat, right through the cut it had been placed on. I winced and fought my tears as he forced his stupid drug or whatever down my throat. I kind of regret cutting now, but it's too late for regrets I suppose.

I swallowed, that being my only choice. He yanked the syringe out and I gasped in pain. "Stop." I said, my voice strained from having been stabbed in the neck. "Nahh. I think this is fun. How about you?" I glared at him and coughed a little.

"You're a fucking bastard." He gave me an evil smile and pulled out a different syringe, this one actually had something else in it. Uhh... "What's in that?" The liquid inside looked foggy, and I didn't want that injected into me at all. "Oh, just a type of drug..." I bristled.

"Wha-... What's the name of it?" I asked nervously. He smirked. "Anesthesia." I growled. "Don't you fucking dare!" I didn't want to feel vacuous. Or numb. I don't want that injected into me. AT ALL. I fought the ropes and smiled lightly as I felt one weaken. He frowned at me and leaned down, getting ready to inject me with the serum.

I felt one finally give away, but was too late. He had jabbed the needle into my arm and was already injecting the psychedelic drug. He finished and yanked the needle out, getting off me to put it in his drawer. I managed to move my arm, but barely.

Everything felt heavy. And it just got worse as the seconds ticked by. I was trying to untie my other hand before I went completely numb. Suddenly I was slapped, and it took me a few minutes to process what had actually happened. I tried to turn my head so that I'd be able to face Dean, but only succeeded by a centimeter.