Whispers Of The Woods

Chapter 3

I was back in the hellhole I'd escaped from. The wolf had brought me back and trudged off to leave me on my own. I leaned my head against the wall as the tears continued to fall. No matter how hard I tried not to cry, I couldn't stop. I had never been much of a crier until now.

I was pulled out of my thoughts at the sound of the door opening. I felt his presence before I even saw him. He had an energy that left me in absolute fear and a need to submit.

He moved in to the room, a tray of food in his hands. It smelled delicious. However, no matter how hungry I get I vowed to myself I would not eat anything they give me. He placed the tray on the nightstand before glancing down at me with an unreadable expression.

"Stop crying," he grumbled as he sat down at the foot of the bed. Instinctively, I moved further into the headrest, doing my best to be as far from him as possible. "I was considering being lenient with your punishment but if you're going to keep up with your crocodile tears I might just have to change my mind."

"What punishment?" I sniffled as I wiped my eyes with the back of my sleeves.

"Your punishment for going against my orders." I cried harder at that. He sighed loudly as he got up to grab the tray before placing it in front of me. "Eat."

I shook my head. He clenched his jaw at my disobedience as he grabbed a spoonful of the rice. It smelled delicious but no way in hell will I let him feed me nor will I consume it.

"If you don't eat what's on this plate, you can say goodbye to ever stepping foot outside."

I was sick of his constant threats. It did nothing but make my tears flow faster.

"I don't want to eat. Please leave me alone," I whispered. He objected my plea as he brought the spoon to my face.

"Eat. Now!" He growled, his eyes flashing red.

Fearfully, I opened my mouth as he fed me. The whole time my hands shook as he forced me to take bite after bite. My body betrayed me as it obliged in fear of what he could do. When my stomach couldn't consume more I tried to silently tell him that I was full.

"You have to finish the plate. You've barely had half."

"I can't."

He sighed before putting the spoon down and placing the tray on the nightstand.

"Show me your wrist," he ordered.

Reluctantly I pulled my injured wrist out in his direction. He gently grabbed ahold of it as he pressed on it slightly. I winced sharply at the sudden pressure.

"Stop whining, I'm just seeing if it's healing properly."

I resisted the urge to slap his hand off me as he continued to examine it. For some reason, wherever his hand touched he left a trail of tingles in its wake. It terrified me. When he was satisfied with his examination he pulled his phone out of his pocket. His face remained stoic as he typed out something before putting it back into his pocket. I wonder if he'll have pity on me and let me call my foster family.

"Can I...can I call my parents from your phone?" I hesitantly asked him, afraid of his answer. "It'll be a few seconds, please. I just want them to know I'm alive."

I'm sure they couldn't care less about my whereabouts but I don't think they'll just completely abandon me. Would they? They're not my real parents so I shouldn't be surprised if they do. They made that clear from the first day.

"Please. Just one phone call, I promise," I pleaded

"Don't ask me foolish questions," he stated coldly before standing up.

He stared at me with an unknown emotion swirling in his green orbs. Without another glance in my direction he walked off. I heard the loud click of the door as he locked me inside.

The bare walls of the room are my only companions now. What am I going to do here? Will I ever be saved? My foster parents probably haven't even noticed my absence. The school might have called my parents by now but nothing would have changed. They'll probably think that I ran away from home. Something that was not uncommon for me.

I'd ran away from several houses during the course of my pre teen years.  Some of the places they'd made me live in were almost inhumane. I don't think I can remember a single family that made me feel at home. I had always wished that someday I'd be saved.

Unfortunately, the world had other plans. I was a hostage to werewolves. Real life werewolves. I had no where to escape. Even if I did escape I don't think I'd have a place to go back to. This was all their fault.

I'm in such a horrible situation that I don't even have the freedom to not eat. The tray of food was a chilling reminder of my captivity.

With anger surging inside me, I picked up the tray of food and slammed it against the floor. The contents of the bowl and plates slid off the wall and decorated the floor. I picked up the ceramic bowls and slammed them against the walls. The sound of it shattering filled me with pleasure.

I grabbed the vase beside my table and threw its on the floor. The rest of those five minutes went with me grabbing anything beside me and throwing it. I was in the middle of throwing a pillow when the door was suddenly pulled open.

The pillow hit the man square in the jaw. It slowly slid off his face to reveal the man from before. His face was slightly red and jaw clenched as he surged into the room. I slowly stepped back to hide from him but was frozen in place by his frightening growl.

He grabbed me tightly by the arm before he started pulling me outside. Fear flushed through my bones as I started to shake. This was the end of me. He was going to kill me. For the second time in my life, I was scared to death.

My body started shaking as he dragged me down the dimly lite hallway. There were several doors in the corridor, each closed. He took me down a flight of stairs that I had no choice but to follow. If I didn't, he would probably still find a way.

My arm began to hurt from the pressure of his hand. I'm sure it'll leave a bruise. I was starting to become lightheaded once he reached the bottom of the stairs.

"Where are you taking me?" I cried out as he dragged me down another hallway. This one was filled with rooms that had doors made out of steel.

I'm assuming my body was shaking like a leaf by now. But he didn't care as he pulled one of the doors open. He threw me inside with an aggression I'd never felt before. I flew across the room as I landed on my broken wrist. A cry left my mouth as pain radiated off my wrist. Sobs racked my body as I heard the loud click of the door and he was gone.

The room was bare. There was not a single window. Not a bed or table. Nothing. It felt like a jail cell. This was the punishment I'd have to bear for my tantrum before.

"Let me out!" I screamed in anguish as I pounded against the steel door.

No one answered. I was finally and truly alone for good.

That night I fell asleep on the floor, clutching my wrist as if my life depended on it. I hadn't known that the events following this would be some of the worst, I'd probably even wish for this day to be relived than go through them.

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