The Monster In Me

Chapter Six

Nalea

God, I just agreed to go on a date with Grayson...

Hell, that's definitely not what I was supposed to do. This will start complicating things.

Two mates... leave it to me to be royally fucked by faith. Seriously? 

'I like them,' the wolfy said.

"Yeah well, no one asked you." I rolled my eyes, knowing that it was pointless. "What's your name wolfy?"

'Willow.'

"Well fuck off, I wasn't exactly asking your opinion." I know I was being rude, but invading my thoughts was rude too. She whined, making herself look small, ducking her head behind her knees. Now I feel like an asshole.

"Look, I'm sorry okay? But I don't appreciate you invading my thoughts."

No reply.

I sighed, frustrated, making my way down the hall to my apartment. 

The door's opened. What the fuck?

I left my bags on the floor, quietly making my way inside.
This was a problem, I was livid, but I quickly hid any sign of emotion. I was pissed that someone was breaking into my place, but I was more pissed that it wasn't the first time, and hell, it might not be the last.

"Whose there?... it's not nice to break into someone's home man."
I heard a bang, coming from my room, "show yourselves coward." my voice bombed with confidence and a trace of annoyance, but I was scared, that fear has been with me every time. I could never stop my hands from shaking, not even when I knew I could handle it.

I'm sick of this shit. I had no intention of packing up my life again, and I liked this apartment, but shit I was scared.

I walked lightly on the marble floor, creeping towards my bedroom. The door was ajar, there was someone completely ransacking the place, it was dark, only allowing me to see the silhouette- 

Footsteps echoed behind me and I found myself turning in that direction, I felt a needle prickle my arm, I'd been pricked more times than I can count. The sensation was familiar- my eyes slammed shut, too heavy to open and I felt the same happening to the rest of my body.

Shit!

. . .

They had moved me, tied my arms to the bathroom rod, and my legs were dangling.

"Where is it girl?" one of the men spoke up, his voice low and cold, his tone told me that he was dangerous. 

Of course he is, he fucking has you tied up!

I couldn't do anything I was numb.

Where was what?

"Where's the fucking amulet?" he was getting angrier by the second... and so was I.

After a bit of struggle, I was finally able to open my eyes, it didn't help, everything was blurred. I'd only been able to see three shadows.

They were whispering...

"Need a little encouragement?" the man asked, but his voice was laced with humor.

Panic was tickling through me, what did he mean-

I felt whatever hit me impact my ribs, it hurt... like hell, but I couldn't scream, or cry. Only endure it.

it happened again, and again and again, until I was able to let out a gasp, whatever they had drugged me with was wearing off. I was able to move my body again.