Chapter Thirty-One

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Skylar

You don't know what loss feels like until you wake up in the place you were trying to escape. And I didn't wake up in my small little cube either. Instead, I woke up with my arms and legs tied into an X-like position. Except my body seemed to be on some rollers that were uncomfortably digging into the bruises on my back. My arms were tied in such away that any type of movement produced an aching pain. It was the exact same problem with my leg, though I never really moved them.


I'd woken up an hour ago, and when I woke up, I was furious. I was angry at myself more than anything though. It was my fault that I even ate those poisonous berries. If I'd looked closely enough, I'd see that they were Mistletoe. Only looking back into my memories did I realize that. Stupid. I ate about ten. Ten poisonous berries and I didn't realize that they tasted funny?


So now an hour later, I'm being punished by this horrible torture. The rope was tied so tightly they I knew they would leave a bruised, but not tightly enough as to cut off my circulation. It was done precisely and carefully. Just to make sure that I'd be in a huge amount of pain.


The silence was killing me. Now that was a mental type of torture. The silence had me thinking, and more than anything right now, I didn't want to think. Because all I thought of was Ryder. And how I miss his blue eyes more than I thought I would. They were so captivating that I had to stop myself many times from getting lost in them. Just looking into them made me feel like I was protected. Even if we were screaming our heads off at each other. And I missed him. I missed him so much that if he Marked me the moment I saw him again, I'd be happy.


I miss you, Ryder. I miss you a lot. Please, will you save me?

I think the thought so strongly that I was surprised. The last time I talked to Ryder I was shaking in anger. And now I miss him as much as I miss my Dad. And now I was desperate for him to come save me. Does that me weak? Or was it the-


I don't finish my thought, as the door opens and closes with a click. In walks Nate, a disapproving frown on his face. It seemed mocking almost, more than anything. But everyone here seemed to mock me. Hey, you're a prisoner and I'm not! HA!


Right now though, Nate's frown contradicted his eyes.  Its been so long since I heard another voice than my own that my eyes widened in surprise. I have no idea why it felt so long. A long time must have been passed while I was unconscious.


"How many days-" I begin quietly.


"Have you been held here? As a captive," he finishes for me. No, that's not what I was going for, but it'll work, I think. He releases a long laugh, one that caused tears to spring into his eyes. I fought back the urge to yell, NOTHING IS FREAKIMG FUNNY, WILL YOU STOP LAUGHING!


But I don't. Instead, I remain silent as he answers. "You've been here for five days. It has been quite fun, hasn't it? I mean, imagine my surprise when I walk downstairs to come give you some more food, and Harry is there. Knocked out." Judging by the look on his face, Harry was the only one who actually believed in this deal. "Can you tell me why you tried to escape?"


My mouth falls open on its own. "Why do you freaking think I tried to escape! This place is freaking horrible! I can't sleep. I don't sleep. I always get knocked out or something. There was never a time I willingly go to sleep," I blurt. Well, I blurt the first sentence. But after that, I felt like I had to continue. "And I don't know why I'm here! I could care less about your broken Pack or your dead Fath-"

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