The Run [amazon edition]

Chapter 23 - Grace

Chapter 23 – Grace

Darkness.
All that surrounds my heavy body is darkness and I welcome it like a good friend. My mind is hazy, like a film thrown over my head and I wonder if anyone will notice If I slip back into the dead sleep I was unwillingly waking up from. Sleep is something I haven't had enough of in the last few days and right now I just wanted to escape into its blissful embrace.
"Shut your mouth you little bitch!" A voice shouts, cutting through the darkness. I groan, frustrated by the person interrupting my sleep. Don't they know you should be quiet when someone in the room is asleep.
"I've claimed you so take it like the whore you'll be." The voice continues, causing a rumble of a growl to vibrate from my chest. I open my eyes to find the source of the voice, spying various she-wolves chained to the wall behind them, some naked and some clothed only in a shirt and panties. My hazy mind takes a moment to realize what is happening until the events from earlier float through my mind. I had been captured by the Ragers and some time must have passed since then. Did Amelia wake up and find my note? Did she run to the Fae?
"I said shut up!" A loud slap cuts through my racing thoughts and my eyes search for the source once more. Finally, I find the culprit of the yelling - a male pinning a small blonde she-wolf down on the ground, her hands are tied to a pole in front of her as her naked body is bent uncomfortably forward. I watch as the male takes her from behind, his naked body covering her's as he grunts, thrusting himself inside her with pleasure contorting his face.
"Please, let me go!" The she-wolf begs, with a tear stained face, only to scream as the male grabs a fist-full of her hair and pull her closer to him.
"You're mine, slut. As such I will fuck you until you are pregnant." He growls, pushing her head onto the ground. A dull thud is heard from her head hitting the cold stone floor of the room – no, not a room but a cave. The she-wolf sobs quietly, her fate sealed as the man continues to fuck her heedlessly like an animal. The only sound in the cave is the male raping the poor wolf, the other she-wolves looking away in fear and staying silent in hopes of not being his next victim. A growl rises in my throat, anger filling me at how barbaric these women are being treated. The man stops as I glare at him, letting the low threatening growl escape past my lips as I carefully stand. It is now that I realize I am still in wolf form. The male chuckles, giving a final thrust into the girl with satisfaction, most likely finishing inside her, before pushing her away from him and leaving her battered and used body to heal from his assault.
"Hello girly." He sneers. Getting to his feet and slowly walking towards me. I growl out a warning, knowing that this man can be taken down in an instant as soon as he is in my reach. He chuckles, looking down at me as if I were a child. His cock is erect once more and lust fills his eyes.
"I haven't had a she-wolf in wolf form yet, care to be the first?" He asks, as he continues to move closer to me, his hand moving to stroke his cock most likely thinking he will soon be penetrating me without problems. Furious, I lunge at the man, wanting to end his pathetic life only to be yanked back and landing on the ground hard. With the wind now knocked out of me, it dawns on me that I too am chained to the wall with a collar around my neck. I blame the drugs slowly weaning from my body for not noticing this detail sooner.
"What's all the commotion?" A man growls out as he walks into the room. Three others follow behind him. The man in front of me smiles, his hand moving faster as he rub up and down his cock and nods in my direction.
"Little Silver here woke up and decided to growl at me." He answers with a chuckle as the others roll their eyes. I growl, standing to my feet and stepping closer to the wolf, wanting nothing more than to tear him limb from limb after he raped that poor girl. I strain against the chain securing me to my spot, trying my best to find a way to injure him. And then I see it.
"Remember, the boss wants her for himself." One of his companions sighs out with a chuckle, moving towards a dark skinned she-wolf with a dirty afro.
"But that doesn't mean you can't play with her." Someone else chuckles out.
"I know, maybe after he claims her I can -" His words are cut off from the blood curdling scream he releases, the faces of the men in the room growing a few shades whiter with fear. Blood gushes from the spot his penis used to be, the appendage ripped from him by my claws. I smirk, backing away with my prize before using the claws of my left paw to start smashing the amputated penis into the ground. Had the men been quick enough, they could have saved it. But all four idiots stare at me in shock as I ground the small part into mince meat, almost resembling a pate.
"Holly shit!" Some one exclaims quietly, the girls looking at me in awe with wide eyes. I nod to the girl the now penis-less man had raped, seeing her mouth a quiet thank you to me as I back away from the ground meat and find a spot near the wall to lay against.
"She...she just...but...how?" Some one stammers unintelligently as silence fills the room. I smile letting my tongue loll out the side of my muzzle, thinking about the damage I can do if anyone else steps too close to me. The now penis-less man falls to the ground, curling into a ball as moans of agony fall from his lips.
"What the hell is going on in here?!" A shout sounds from a familiar sounding voice. I shudder with anger and fear as a man comes into the cave, his face set into a scowl and I recognise him as the one Caden and I fought earlier.
"Sorry Beta Alsir." One of the men whimpers out, showing his neck in submission to this Alsir.
"It's just the she-wolf your brought back tore Mitch's dick off." He continues, waving in my direction. Alsir turns his beady gaze to me, chuckling as he turns to the man Mitch still on the ground, a puddle of blood slowly growing larger underneath him.
"I told you idiots not to go near or taunt her. It's Mitch's fault for not listening." Alsir sighs out, his gaze returning to me.
"Someone take Mitch away from base and signal a medic crew. He won't be returning to the pack." With his order now said, Alsir leaves the cave and most likely heading to somewhere beyond the only entrance and exit to this room. The two wolves standing by the entrance stare at each other for a quick moment before tentatively stepping towards me. They mean me no harm and so I do not lunge at them. Besides, I need to come up with a plan to escape and whether or not I will be taking the other she-wolves with me. Watching the men as they draw closer to their fallen friend, a she-wolf with bright red hair catches my attention, her green eyes staring into my own. Her mouth moves as her hand points to the wolves growing closer to their friend and it dawns on me what she is saying – blonde and key.
Turning my focus back to the two me, I realize that indeed one of them is blonde and attached to his belt loop is a ring of keys. I turn back to the red-head and nod, understanding what she is telling me. To get free we need the keys the blonde wolf has. I am lucky that their focus is on Mitch, his agonizing scream as his two friends try to move him giving me the perfect opportunity to climb to my paws and silently pad closer. The room is silent as all the she-wolves watch in anticipation until I find myself once again at the end of my chain. With a silent sigh, I question the distance between me and the keys and note that if I swipe my paw, I can connect my claw to the ring and capture the first key to our escape. With a quick swipe, I snarl, the men jumping in fright while letting out shrill screams of fear and backing away just in time for my claws to snatch the key ring away. I crouch low, covering my stolen items with my body as I continue to silently watch the men. They have Mitch held between them; their faces even paler from the fright I just gave the two. I smirk inwardly, happy to have gained something precious in freeing me from this place.
The men scurry away as fast as they can, Mitch letting out screams of pain that echo even as they leave the room. All that is left is the one male that is too busy making out with a she-wolf in the back corner to have noticed what we are doing. Laying down, I turn to face the red-head as she sends me a questioning glance. With a wolfish grin and a nod, she sighs with relief as a hint of hope flashes in her eyes. The only thing left to do now is wait for the right opportunity to come.