Sinister

-/:Just Wanna Go Home:/-

Crystal Reed - Dakota Weathers
-/-:-/-

Every inch of me was covered in scars and horrid nightmares. Turns out my mate had a thing for torturing in return of answers.

Unfortunately, that victim was me.

"I'm going to ask you again, where is he!" Seth bent on front of me and yelled into my face. Tears spread across mine. Nothing scared me more than the fear of hurt.

"I don't know who your talking about," I whimper.

"Unfortunately me neither," Seth groans and paces, breathing hard. "This man is my father. A man who raped my mom and ran. I need to know where this man is."

Seth said 'man' as if it wasn't the thing to call him. Like I'm the go-to person if there's is someone needed to be found. Then there was the fact he was in my pack, so of course I'd probably know him.

Of course there were some rapists in my pack, but deciding between my father and William Riles and Stephan Matthews, the other two rapists in my pack, it was hard deciding.

In the course of time I just asked, "why are you doing this to me then? Why torture me? I'll give you the answers only if you get me out of here."

My statement processed through seth's mind until he scoffed, "how will I know that you're telling truth? That you're not just doing this to get out of being harmed just to protect your damn pack by lying."

"Why would I?" I look at him in the eyes until they finally soften.

"Fine, but, if you turn out to be lying, consider yourself dead," Seth says while yanking the ropes off me as the girl from earlier with raven black hair looks at me and sneers.

"Dakota, take her to a room in the pack house please," Seth says to 'Dakota' and handed me off to her while pinching the bridge of his nose.

No words were exchanged while I was practically being forced to walk to a place better for my well being.

That must be a reason their pack attacked mine, because they wanted the man whom raped the beta's mom. So instead of searching for a candidate to use for questioning, they just took me instead, the alpha's mate. Jeez Louis, what the hell is wrong with these people?

It's like to them, violence is the only way to solve things and so when they do, they come in head strong with tons of gore intoxicating their spirits. Wow that was deep.

I was lead down gravel pathways until a huge, log cabin was in view. I swear my jaw dropped. This must be their pack house, and shit it is colossal! No trees could hide this hell of a place.

My mind travels off into weird places sometimes.

Dakota continued to push me along quite forcefully may I add, giving me scowls after ever breath I take. I'm assuming it was her idea to torture me, little miss violent.

I swear, just looking at her, she looks like she'd rip your head off at any moment.

When we entered, as expected, people stared at me. Probably seeking into my soul because every scar on my body represent a tortured life.

And now that my pack is probably demolished and our alpha has probably had his life taken away as well, I'm officially considered rouge. The thing where Lycans and werewolves share common ground, where rouges are a big no no in any pack territory.

My body was shoved several times when coming to a big halt at an oak door that had simplicity and my name written over it. Just as Dakota opened the door, my eyes landed on a twin sized bed with a white comforter and pillow with a small, small bathroom in the corner with white walls, curtains, and dresser.

Everything in here was so modern and it looked as if this room belonged in a mental hospital. Like a little splotch of blood could stand out in this entire area. It looked like powered sugar was its theme. Just the thought of sugar brought me onto thinking baked goods, and realizing I haven't eaten in forever my stomach just had to give up and growl on me.

Dakota, of course, scoffed and said, "get yourself cleaned up. Dinner should be ready soon." Then I thought, that was the nicest thing she has ever said to me. Well, at least compared to everything else she's done, yes that statement was pretty nice.

Instead of standing around and waiting for Christmas to come, I jolted into the room and hurriedly locked the door and leaned against it and smiled in content.

Who fucking knew I could negotiate like that. I'm a flipping badass! Ok, not really, but still! Badass alert!

I giggle when coming into the bathroom and see a simple shower that looks like it, guess what, belongs in a flipping hospital. But instead of pouting I decide to use my sweet, sweet time wisely and take my clothes off and run nice hot water.

Once the temperature made me content, I jumped in, but as soon as that happen, my slightly open wounds began to sting like a bitch. I flinch, and wince, but after a little bit of time, I accept the stinging and take it as a feeling of sensation. Knowing that blood will all be washed away and down the drain.

I look down and see the water stained pink and brown, knowing it's from the hell I've been through. But you know, those other prisoners have it way worse than me. But hey, maybe I could use my master negotiation skills and convince the alpha to let them go. But then again he practically rejected me, so I'm not sure I'll convince him as easy as I did with Seth.

Once I rinsed myself off with the soothing warm water, I get out and wrap the white fluffy towel around my now thin body and into the plain, pale room.

Looking through the dresser drawers, I see a couple large tee shirts and shorts. But instead of complaining, I shrug and throw them on, not even caring that I looked like a fucking dork in them.

I felt good about my look and once opening the door, a girl with bright red hair and a pale complexion looked as if she was about to knock. She also held a plastic bag in her tightly clenched fists and the girl almost looked scared out of her mind.

"Can I help you?" I ask in a nice tone.

"Um, yeah sorry, I don't talk to rouges that often, you can obviously tell, but um, I uh, brought you some clothes to borrow since what we have in there is probably no good," the girl rambled and once finishing her statement, she hands me the bag with tightly closed eyes like she was scared.

"Thanks..." I make sure to drag my sentence to hopefully get a name out of her.

"Emery," she says quickly.

"Ok thanks, Emory, for the clothes."

Emory gives me a nervous laughs and says, "no problem." And soon afterwords with our awkward conversation, she scurries off until her small figure is no longer in sight.

Then all I could think was, now I just have to face my mate and confess to Seth about a man whom I don't even know of. This should be a piece of cake, right?