Kidnapped By Stiles Stilinski

11

"What the hell is this?!" I heard an enraged voice yell. Stiles' enraged voice. I sat up quickly as did Scott. "Dude its not what it looks like." Scott groaned and rubbed his eyes. "Yeah well it looks like your sleeping with my girlfriend." Stiles growled. "Stiles we aren't even dating!" I yelled. Stiles gave me the coldest glare I have ever seen in my life and let me tell you I got the damn shivers. "Dude she came to me after you tried to rape her yesterday." Scott explained getting out of bed. "What we do behind closed doors doesn't concern you scott." Stiles snapped.

"As for you." He said and pointed to me. "Your coming with me." He said and grabbed my wrist. "Stiles no I don't want to go with you." I said sternly hoping he would see how terrified I was. "That's too bad. Let's go." Stiles demanded. I looked over at Scott for help and he looked back at me with a apologetic look. "Stiles don't hurt her please." Scott pleaded. Stiles glared at the both of us. "Again scott, what we do behind closed doors doesn't concern you." Stiles growled and yanked me out of the room.

Stile drug me outside and shoved me into his Jeep. "You shouldn't have run off like that Asher." Stiles said, almost scolding me like a child. "Yeah well sorry I don't want to get rapped." I snapped back. "Don't you dare use that tone on me." Stiles growled as we turned into his driveway. "Now I trust that you won't run so I won't hold onto you." Stiles said and got out of the jeep. Bad choice stiles. We walked into the house together and I waited until he closed the door and locked it before I shoved him down and sprinted up the stairs to his room. "Shit!" I heard him yell as he fell over and quickly get up again. "You shouldn't have done that!" He yelled angrily.

When I got to his room I ran in, slammed the door shut and locked it for my safety. Not long after I heard Stiles' heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. I ran and hid under the bed and quietly hoped that he couldn't get in. The doorknob giggled a couple of times before he aggressively punched the door. "You bitch!" He yelled and continued to punch the door aggressively.

"Open this damn door right now!" He yelled and I didn't respond. Right now I was shaking in fear. "Alright. Have it your way." He said and it was silent for a couple of seconds. I almost thought he left. Almost.

The door swung open and hit the wall with a loud bang. Stiles walked in the room slowly. "I know your in here princess." He taunted. "Come out come out wherever you are." He said, still taunting me with his words. "Ok fine, I'll make a deal with you." He said before pausing.

"If you come out before I count to 3, your punishment won't be so bad." He said. "One." He said while walking further into the room. "Two." He said while stepping closer to the bed. "Two and a half." He said and stopped right at the side of the bed. "Two and three quarters." He said. "Come on princess I'd come out if I were you." Stiles said. When I didn't respond he gave out a little huff. "Fine." He said suggestively. "Three." He said before he crouched down, ripped up the blanket covering the bottom of the bed, grabbed my leg, and pulled me out.

I let out a terrified scream and he chuckled darkly. When he pulled me out from under the bed I tried to get up and run but he grabbed my ankles making me fall. "Please don't hurt me." I screamed and cried. "Sorry princess, I gave you your chance." He said. "Stiles I will leave if you don't let me go!" I yelled. Stiles froze and gave me a harsh glare.

"You shouldn't have said that." He growled. "You've just made it ten times worse for yourself princess." He growled before grabbing my neck.

I screamed as he lifted me up and slammed me against the wall. "Stiles please!" I cried. "Hmmm let me think about it. No." He smiled darkly. I let out a loud sob and he let go of my neck. I tried to run for the door but he pushed me down face first into the floor. I tried to crawl to the door but he kicked my stomach making me gasp.

"S-sti-stiles." I gasped, trying to catch my breath. Stiles leaned down and smirked. "You know I was right." He said and moved a piece of hair out of my face. "You do look sexy when your in pain." He smirked. He got up and went over to a drawer. He took out a bunch of stuff and set them on top of the drawer. When he was done he walked back over and grabbed my hair, dragging me to the edge of the bed. I screamed in pain as he drug me.

He lifted me up by my neck and threw me on the bed. He quickly handcuffed my hands to the headboard and my feet to the edge of the bed. I started to cry harder because I knew this was going to be very painful, whatever he had coming. He walked over to his pile of shit and got tape and a sharpie. He covered my mouth and started to draw something on it. "There." He smiled and closed the sharpie. "Now your my smiling princess." He leaned down and kissed my cheek.

"This could have been much easier for you if you had just listened to me." Stiles said and grabbed something from the pile. A knife. He ripped open my shirt with the knife and pushed it aside. He then ran the knife over my collarbone gently before pressing harder right under it. I whimpered as a couple drops of blood dripped down my chest. He slowly ran the knife down my side and over my stomach, taunting me. The knife stopped on my right side before pricing my skin. Not to deep, but it still hurt like hell. And what's worse is that he's preventing my from healing.

"I'm going to mark what's mine." He growled in my ear and started to carve his initials into my right side under my bra strap. I screamed in agony as the wolfsbane covered knife carved into my skin. The tape muffling my screams and pleads. He stopped carving and I weakly looked at my side to see S.S carved into my skin and bleeding a lot. I screamed even harder at the sight on my side, more crying coming too.

Stiles stood up and went back over to the pile and grabbed a small bottle of purple liquid and some gloves. He set the liquid on the nightstand and put on the gloves. He opened the jar and let a small drop drip on my stomach. The pain was agonizing. I let my head lean back as I started to scream again. My breathing got faster as he tipped the bottle over a little more, smirking at my screaming. The pain was to much for me, and I felt myself black out.

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Damn Stiles whachu doin!!! Btw its literally 11:22PM on December 31st XD but by the time I post this book it will be 2016 already!