ALPHA CYRUS - Fallen King

50: Stood No Chance

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My body went weak instantly and my knees buckled.

I was held down, brought slowly to the ground. My eyes frantic, widen, staring into the abyss. They laid me there, eyes wide, staring to my left where Enzo was seated.

"Uh-I..mh.." I tried to force out but the words were failing me.

"T-trap.." Was the last thing Enzo said before his head flung forward, eyes shut and mouth open.

My eyes closed slowly, my last vision of him before everything went completely black.

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When I came too, I was sitting in a wooden chair. 

My eyes fluttered lightly, adjusting to the low light in the room. The room smelt even worse now, struck with the stench of rotting bodies. It was unbearable, my senses already heightened. I lifted my head slowly, powering through the throbbing headache.

My head dropped down, looking at my hands, tied down, tied to the chair armrest with a belted strap. My chest was also tied to the back of the chair, by a large black strap, holding my body upright. The strap was so tight that it was practically digging into my breasts making me very uncomfortable.

My feet were the same, each leg strapped to each to the front legs of the chair. I knew getting up from this was pointless and it stung at every movement.

Wolfsbane

I was in the same room as the one before, but this time there were others here too.

Marcus, Enzo, and Rayne were seated in a circle with me. About two meters of space between each of us. The floor was stained with what I assumed was blood and there were unrecognisable drawings with chalk, with lines connecting each of us.

To my left was Rayne, her head still down and unconscious.

Marcus sat on my right, his head up and unconscious.

Enzo was in front of me, his eyes searching the room. Sweat dripped from his hair, the strands sticking to his skin.

"Are you alright?" I asked him, my voice coming out very croaky.

Goddess knows how long we were knocked out.

Enzo nodded, unfazed, avoiding eye contact. His eyes looked down at the chalk drawings, they appeared Aztec or something of the sort. I watched as he followed the lines with his eyes as they connected us all.

I shifted in my seat, a useless attempt to break free.

"Stop. It's Wolfsbane, you'll be doing more damage" Enzo said aloud, his eyes not meeting mine, never leaving the marks on the ground.

"Do you remember anything?" I asked him, sitting up straight, adjusting the chest strap so it wasn't pressing so much into my breasts.

To my left, Rayne began to stir, her head lifting up slightly.

"When we got down, we heard Sydney and Rayne's voice." Enzo retailed, "We heard screams so we ran down and suddenly a large jolting noise was heard and it felt like our brains were being fried. It had us completely numb and in pain and that's when —"

"They injected you." I finished off, staring as Rayne looked up at me, her eyes scanning my straps.

"Luna," She breathed out in shock. I gave her a small but weak smile.

Did Enzo say Sydney? 

Her eyes travelled to her own straps and she began resisting instantly. She shook her hands violently, desperate to get out of the chair. The loud sounds of her body hitting against the chair was deafening. Her growls were loud, anxious and desperate.