When Ashton woke up, he was sitting on an old chair, bound with a thick rope. He barely managed to crack his eyes opened and his mouth was so dry he couldn't even use his voice.
His arms burned by how tight they were pulled behind his back and his neck was sore from letting his head fall for too long in the same position. He felt the dizziness the second he lifted his head up so he just let his head fall back and rest.
He cracked one eye open and took in the details of the small filthy room he was in. When he heard footh steps, he managed to open both of his eyes and lift his head to a normal angle, where he can see the person that stood infront of him clearly.
He could see the big figure that stood infront of him but his vision was still blurred and he tried focusing but it was hard.
"I thought about killing you but I figured I'm more curiouse then cruel."
He heard him taking a few steps closer and then he felt his finger digging under his chin and lifting his head up. He could feel a sharp finger nail against his skin, the man letting him know that he was a werewolf and that he could shift any moment.
"What are you?"
Ashton darted his eyes to the ceiling while ignoring the man and just letting his mind go into fog again.
"Don't make me torture you, because trust me, you will scream the answer when I'll be down done with you."
"I never met a creature like you, smelling and look like a human being."
"What. Are. You?" The man repeated slowly, gripping Ashton's chin harder.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Ashton whispered.
"Oh really? So you didn't know you can use your hands to control otheres?"
Ashton didn't reply but he could see clearly the man's face and how sharp and rough they were. He looked like a beast and it didn't surprised Ashton that he was a werewolf.
"Now the fun is over. You're going to regret not using your voice when you had the chance."
The man walked around Ashton and then brought a small short desk infront of him. He then cut the rop that held Ashton's hands and put his hands on the table, tying them by two handcuffs that were stitched to the table. Ashton could feel the anxiety going up his throat, he wanted to die but he knew he couldn't bare that much of pain. He stared at the man and his heart dropped when he saw the knife.
"You don't look more then sixteen," The man played with the knife between his fingers.
"Maybe I'll use you for my own fun after that."
"But that's only if you'll keep staying mute."
He then brought another chair and sat on the other side of the small desk, still holding the knife between his fingers.
"Last chance to tell me what you are."
"I don't know what I am." Ashton's eyes grow bigger.
"You can't say I wasn't nice." The man shoke his head and placed the knife on Ashton's arm, slowly pressuring the knife into his skin. It was slow and a lot more painful then tje fast way.
Ashtons breathes became short and fast and he hissed at the pain but he kept his mouth shut, able to hold in the scream.
He knew he can't tell he was immortal because that will bring him more troubles, he will become a prey and othered might not let him die, like Luke. And who knew what the man would do with that information, he could use Ashton and do something worse.
The blood dripped to the table and the man smiled, "There's nothing more I like then the sight of dripping blood."
"Isn't it beautiful?" He repeated.
Ashton didn't want to fight him, but he wanted a quick death and he could already feel the heat going up his body. He clenched his hands to a strong fist and closed his eyes, trying not to lose control on the warmth of his body.
When the knife finally disconnected from his wrist he let out a sigh of relief.
But then she was being brutally stabbed in his other wrist and Ashton screamed.
"This is just the begining."
Ashton felt the tears in his eyes from the enormuos pain and he let himself lose control, breaking free from one of the handcuffs and ripping the knife from his other arm. He released himself completely and shoved the man back without knowing he was about to do that.
The man stood up and got ready to hit back, pulling another knife from his back pocket and making Ashton fear once again. He took one step closer and Ashton let go of his energy, unable to concentrate on both restraing himself and fighting the man. Ashton's energy made him fly back when he took another step and it was all over.
The man flew back on his knives wall, getting a knife right in his head.
He didn't move or breathed out, everything just stopped at once.
His eyes were opened and Ashton was still frozen in his place. The only sound in the room was the blood that dripped from Ashton's wrist to the wooden floor.
He couldn't believe he killed someone.
He couldn't believe he was a monstar.
