☽ Fang ☾ [Howl sequel] ✔

☽ 14 ☾

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Merry Christmas Eve to those who celebrate! <3 Happy Holidays! I hope everyone is having a good holiday season-- sending you all well wishes <3 However, I cannot say the same for what this chapter brings...

TRIGGER WARNING:
intense torture scenes
parallels made between torture and sexual assault
threats of assault

(if you skip, there is some information you will miss,
but do not force yourself to read if this is triggering)

It was dark and dry, but Sam could hear the sounds of water dripping. He slowly opened his eyes and he groaned as he tried to sit up, but that groan turned into a whine of pain. Sparks flew up his spine and he fell back to his position laying on his stomach on the ground.

"Fuck," Sam moaned out as he gripped his side.

"Oh good— the pitiful Omega is awake."

Sam snapped his head to the owner of the voice and found himself staring at the piercing Beta blue eyes of a thin man peering out at him through the slide of a large metal door. It reminded Sam of being in solitary confinement when he and Colby would explore abandoned places so long ago. Sam swallowed hard as the slide slammed shut.

"Fuck," Sam groaned again, turning his attention to the rest of the room he was in.

Clearly, it was a cell with how dull gray the walls were. There was a sink and toilet in the corner, but that was it— no bed or any other means of comfort. And, in the typical cell nature, Sam had no idea where he was at.

All he remembered was falling asleep from the morphine drip in his arm with Colby holding his hand tightly as they waited for the doctor to come in, and he clearly remembered going into the hospital. But, nothing came to mind afterwards.

What had happened to him? Where was Colby?

Colby ? Sam tried to call out to his mate through their mental link, but there was no response which Sam found extremely discomforting. He frowned as a knot formed in his stomach and his throat constricted.

The metal door clanked a few seconds later and he wrapped his arm around his waist tighter as he pushed himself up into a sitting position, ignoring the pain going through his spine. He really wished he had more morphine or that his healing abilities would work faster than this. It really bothered him how weak he felt— he never wanted to feel like this again after being attacked by Lucian in the Witches Forest.

The figure that walked through the door at that instant made Sam cry out. He clutched his side harder as pain soared through his body, and pushed himself as far away as possible from the door. But, the figure just chuckled and shook his head.

The person was tall and broad with short blonde hair, way dirtier than Sam's gentle golden locks like corn hair. Muscles bulged from the tank top and there was a thin layer of sweat on the man's skin. Peering from under the sweaty hair were dangerous eyes, crimson Alpha red. And, as the figure chuckled, Sam could see the glint of fangs in his mouth.

"Hello, Sam Golbach," they came to stand before Sam, kneeling down to look at the Omega, "Long time since we last saw each other."

"Jake Paul," Sam growled, pulling his strength from his body as much as he could. His eyes glowed gold beneath his fallen fringe, clearly pulling an expression that his mate often gave to their enemies, "A displeasure as always."

"Awww, nonsense," Jake Paul smirked, leaning out to touch Sam's hair.

The Omega snapped at the fingers, fangs sharp in his mouth, "Don't fucking touch me."