Shape Shifting Love

Chapter Seventeen

AN: ok before i post this, this chapter is very short its one of my favourites but is still quite short but i wanted to post it as i am really excited to see what you guys think of it. Please comment because if i know what you tihnk then i can consider this and make my work even better. But yeah I hope you enjoy this next chapter hopefully the story will pick up quite a bit from this point onwards so yeah

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Chapter 7

Michaela

As we continue walking I can feel something in my stomach urge me to walk faster. I ignore the feeling because I don’t want to worry Mason again, so instead I just keep at the same pace as he does. When Mason halts suddenly in his tracks and stares at the mirrored building in front of us.

“What is it?” I whisper to him but all he does is stare at the object or thing that stares back at us in the reflection of the building. I squint to try and focus on the slightly blurry image in front of me. As the image slowly becomes clearer I can see a pair of burning orange eyes glaring back at me, framed by a sleek face of a cheetah.

I feel Mason tug at my hand as he pulls us down an alleyway away from the shifter, hopefully. I can hear footsteps following us and no doubt Mason could hear them too. Mason looks over his shoulder before pushing me into a dark corner out of sight of the alleyway but near enough for me to still see where we were originally standing a moment ago. His lips touch mine for a brief moment before he looks back at me.

“Stay here, I’ll lead it away and then I will come back for you, I promise.” He goes to walk away but before he can I snatch his wrist in my hand, halting him from moving any further away from me.

“Don’t worry I’ll be fine.”

“But…” I try to continue but he was already off running back down the alleyway with the cheetah following close behind him. As the sound of footsteps slowly faded away I let my body relax and lean up against the concrete wall behind me. I close my eyes and tilt my head against the wall and feel the slight wind blow round my face. But before I could relax anymore a cloth was covering my mouth and an arm had a firm grip in my waist, pulling me out of the alleyway. I look up at the tall figure who holds me.

He has stubble covering the whole of his lower face and a broad smile filled with perfect, white teeth. But what strikes me most are his eyes, bright orange staring straight into my own. As he pulls me further back into the town, the opposite way to where u should be going, I kick and struggle with all my might but he is too strong. My sight begins to blur and goes in and out of focus and my body begins to go limp. The only way I stay standing is from the man holding me up as he pulls me into the back of a black van just before I black out completely.

As I slowly come to open my heavy eyelids to look at where I am. The back of the van is dark and the only light escapes from the small window looking through to the people driving. My wrists are tied together behind my back in chains which brutally rub against my bare skin. They have also chained my waist to the wall my body is slumped against and to top it all of I have duct tape covering my mouth. I search with my eyes for something to help me escape, nothing. There is a small, black, padlocked box in the far corner but that would be no help at all. Realising I have basically no options but to try and run away when they open the door. I lean my head against the cool metal interior of the van and let my mind wonder. But not long into my day dreaming the man slides a door, separating the back of the van from the driver’s seat, open. I’m guessing there is another person driving the van otherwise it wouldn’t still be moving. His smile widens when he looks down at the small, black box and makes he way over towards it. As he reaches out to unlock the padlock I can see a tattoo on the inside of his forearm clearly displaying the numbers 1765, funny thing to have permanently imprinted onto your skin. He picks up something out of the box but holds it behind his back so I cannot see it. He kneels downs in front of me and giggles a little.

“Well, aren’t you a pretty, little thing. Shame I can’t keep you for myself.” His voice is hoarse and rough to match his appearance and has little emotion to it. He traces his two fingers down from my ear to my chin and lifts it so I am staring straight into his orange eyes. His fingers then trail down my arm to my wrists where he untangles my left free and holds my hand in his. His hand practically covers mine; he is huge with broad shoulders and has the build of s heavy weight boxer. He turns my palm to face upwards and looks down at my arm.

“This will only hurt, a lot.” Brutally he brings down a red hot metal plate and presses it deep into the skin of my arm. The pain seers up my arm causing my whole body to twitch and squirm in pain but all he does is push it in deeper. Sweat beads off my forehead and I let out a muffled scream when he holds my hand tighter and lifts the metal from my skin. My wrist is then chained to the floor instead of behind my back with my other wrist as he throws the metal back into the box and slams the door behind him leaving me in the darkness once again. But the little light that is there is enough for me to see the black marks that have been left on my skin.

The numbers 003.