𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙡 𝙃𝙚𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙜 - 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺

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[ female reader ]

"Somebody! Please! Someone please help! Can anyone hear me?" Your voice rings through the maze of a building. A thump sounds from behind you and you spin around to face the lycan.

"Okay," you breathe shakily, "no sudden movements. Okay. You stay there. Don't come any closer, not that I could take you on if you did."

It barks and leaps into the air, drawing a yelp from your throat as you roll under it. You back away slowly when it growls and crawls closer.

One of your feet wobbles on an uneven rock and you tumble off the edge of the walkway, landing a few metres below with a resounding thud.

Karl strolls out of one of the rooms, grumbling away to himself with a shake of his head. Stopping to view the lycans sniffing your body sprawled across a sheet of metal, he flicks his cigar aside.

"Beat it." He orders and they instantly scurry away. "Well well," he cocks a brow and crouches beside you. "There's always someone lurking in my factory." He sighs and scoops you up.

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When you reawaken, you lift yourself up with a groan and clutch the back of your thumping head. Feeling something soft beneath your body, you bolt up from the bed and scan the unfamiliar room. The few candles flickering away leaving it comfortably dim.

You then grasp fistfuls of the oversized shirt and glance at yourself in the scratched mirror. Tugging on the neck to peer underneath the fabric, you sigh in relief to find your underwear is still clinging to your body.

First, you check the stained window. Exploring the frame with your hands before attempting to lift it. When it fails to budge, you find a rock on the desk and raise it above your head.

"I see you're awake." You jump and turn around to find the man himself leant against the wall. Large arms folded over his chest. "I'd appreciate it if you didn't break my belongings or my property. Instead, you should be thanking me for saving your life."

"Thank you? For saving me from the very monsters you created?"

"I could've left you to the lycans, except I didn't. Today must be your lucky day."

You briefly look away as he takes a seat on the edge of the bed. "I wasn't wearing this before."

"I know. Your clothes were dirty, figured I'd do you a favour by giving you something clean to wear." He then raises a hand. "Would you mind putting that down? You're not going to escape through the window and you won't be quick enough to use it on me, just put it down."

You reluctantly drop the rock on the desk again, refusing to take your eyes off the man for even a second.

"Where are my clothes?"

"Oh, I got rid of them. Yeah. I burnt them."

"You burnt my clothes?" You bellow angrily. "Why would you do that?!" You then pinch the bridge of your nose, lowering your tone. "You burnt my clothes."

"Don't worry, I kept your little notebook." He retrieves the small, brown leather journal from his pocket and your eyes widen. "I also had some time to spare while you were resting after I so graciously saved you."

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