The Wrong Sister

Losing Control

Trigger warning: torture (mild), obsession. Hella unhealthy. He thinks some wild things y'all.

The cell door clanged shut behind me. The muscles in my cheek twitched at the sound. Lately sounds had tended toward painful. The lack of Artemis was forcing my body into a state of agonizing awareness. 

The kid was struggling to breath. He was tied to the chair just as I had left him yesterday. He was human, that much was obvious from the open wounds covering his body. 

One of the teams had found him wandering near one group of gasoline trails. Him being covered in gasoline was enough of a hint. 

Of course by now you could hardly smell the gasoline over the blood. 

Slowly I walked to the opposite end of the cell and leaned against its one stone wall. My hands in my pockets, I let myself imagine killing him. 

"So anything today?" I paused incase he was going to speak. "I'm sure you don't need me to remind you of what I want." 

He didn't respond. He hadn't responded ever since he arrived here. Anything would have been better than this silence. If he lied to us at the very least we would know what wasn't true. 

I shook my head slowly, "What a shame. When was the last time you had anything to eat?"

Behind his back three fingers twitched. 

"Three days huh?" I shifted slightly. My shoes scraped against the floor. 

"It's a shame you know. I can be very kind to those who help me." 

The kid snorted and turned his head to the cell next to his. It was clean and comfortable. Seated on the futon was a very bloody Riley. The basement had always had cells, but they used to be comfortable, only there for short term confinement and usually only there to ensure a wolf who had lost control wouldn't harm a human. It was not often that the three cells we had down here were used and we had only ever had one day when all three cells were filled at the same time.  

"He's the reason we're in this mess in the first place, but don't worry. He's not in any danger." 

I strolled closer to the kid. 

He whimpered softly, "Why do you persist in being uncooperative when you know you can't handle this? I'm running out of places to harm you safely, Tim." 

In the beginning he would react when we used his name, but now it seem his fire had abated. 

I kneeled in front of him, "I'm not going to do anything to make you loose a lot of blood today, Tim. Wouldn't want you to die now would we?" 

Perhaps I would've felt sorry for the kid, even admired his loyalty, if I wasn't sure he knew where Artemis was. I painted a sympathetic look on my face as I gripped his ankle firmly. 

"I've been having some issues with my anger lately. I'm sure you can imagine why, but stress balls aren't really helpful to a werewolf. Of course I could use something else, but it just wouldn't feel as good," I tightened my hold on his ankle, "as slowly crushing the bones of the child keeping me from my mate. You don't mind do you?"

I looked up at his face, a veneer of serenity coating my roiling anguish and fury. 

"You aren't her mate. How could a Goddess be mated to a devil like you." Tim yelled as he cried. 

The veneer cracked and my smile dropped. 

A loud crunch echoed through the basement. Tim's scream came a second later. 

"Alpha! You're going too far." Riley had moved from the futon to the edge of the cell his face as close to the bars as he dared. 

"You really think so?" I felt a strange surge of energy rush though my body.