The Rogue's Human Mate

Chapter 22

PLEASE READ THE AUTHOR NOTE AT THE END, ITS VERY IMPORTANT!

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Lily's POV

The first thing I recognized when I opened my eyes was that I couldn't see.

Wherever I was, or whatever I was in was covered in darkness and my eyes couldn't catch a glimmer of any object near me. I tried to remember what happened after Maria had crashed the car, but all I saw was being knocked out.

I let out a groan as a sudden wave of pain hit my forehead. I was about to lift my hand and rub it but I felt this slimy substance on my head. My eyes instantly darted to where I knew my hand was, but like everything else, I couldn't see it.

The grimy product in my hands fekt oily and disgusting. I didn't recognize it as anything specific and I couldn't guess it as anything since I've never felt anything like it. Not that I'd like to touch it anyway.

My back was leaning against something hard and I guessed it was a wall. I reached for it to pull me up, but my slippery hands couldn't do the job. Instead of using my hands, I lifted my legs which were stiff and sore. They lifted up and thats when I distinguished the sound of shackles moving together. I moved my legs again and I re-heard the sound. My hands trailed down my legs to feel something tightly grasped around my ankle. I followed it to feel the length of a chain before it ended by being bolted against the wall.

I stood up gently, using the chain to hold my balance, and I made it up easily.

Before I was suddenly thrown against a wall.

I let out a low moan as my head ached with a piercing pain. That's when I realized whatever I was in was moving and suddenly stopped. It began to move again and I couldn't believe I had missed the unmistakable sound of a truck moving over gravel and the grumble of an engine.

I didn't bother to berate myself, my mind too pain-filled and too exhausted to do the job.

My body lifted itself once again, using anything that could make the action easier. Finally when I had succesfully stood up, I leaned my body against the wall and breathed in gulpful of air. I tried my best to ignore the repugnant ]smell of grease and listened to the roaring of the engine beneath my feet.

I found myself singling out cars. Whatever I was in was a lot bigger than a simple car. What I was in was a truck. Something possibly along the lines of a removal truck where they would stack furniture and items. The truck mustn't be used for the business any more. The feeling of the floor had easily indicated that.

So I questioned myself. I was in a truck of somesort. I was shackled to a wall. Nobody had attended my wounds so whoever had put me here obviously didn't care about my health.

"Shit!" I hissed when there was a sudden bump in the road. I almost fell over again, but I clung to the wall as if it would save me.

I returned to my thinking and searched for any sort of possibility. Who would do this to me? The Rogues? Did they capture me?

Fear slithered it's way into my body and I began to breathe faster. I tried to think of any way to escape but my mind couldn't think. The thick, foggy smell of grease was engulfing me and my muscles were tense and pained. I felt overwhelmed.

I felt tired.

My eyes began droopy and I suddenly couldn't decide whether my eyes were open or closed. All I saw was black. I tried to fight against the increasing sleepiness but the fumes invaded my thinking and all I could do was sink to the floor slowly, feeling drained.

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Cole's POV

I opened my eyes.

My eyes were greeted with a pair of warm ones that stared at me with love. I scanned her features warily before my conscious flashed me a picture of her standing in the rain. My mother, Jack had called her.