"No. No, please!"
"I'm sorry, Harry. You should have obeyed me."
"Please, don't!"
Muroch smiled down at him, but it was neither encouraging nor happy. It was self-satisfied and Harry knew why. He had learned in the last two hours how much his fear pleased the Supero.
/So don't show it!/
We must obey! He'll hurt us if we don't please him.
Harry shook his head and held on to the edge of the door. He wasn't above pleading. "Please, please, don't do this. I... I'll try to do what you want." His voice shook but Harry couldn't get rid of the tremors.
Muroch's eyebrows rose in pleased surprise. "Really? That's good to hear, Harry. But, you see, I don't need you to think about it. I need you to obey me unquestioningly. Hopefully by morning, you'll understand that, hmm?" Muroch's hand clenched on the door handle. "Now, stop being rude to your guest." With a final creepy smile, Muroch used his superior strength and the door slammed closed in Harry's face.
"No!" Harry beat at the door in a panic. "Please! I'll ... I'll listen to you! Please!" There was no response. Harry kicked the door, hard enough to hurt his foot and screamed, "You bastard!"
A chuckle from the other side of the room had Harry spinning around and putting his back to the door. "Stay the hell away from me!" he shouted. He watched the figure come out of the corner where it had been lounging.
"Or what? You'll call me names too?" The light in the ceiling illuminated the face but it was still a bit blurry. Harry growled. The man chuckled again. "Go ahead and show your bravado now, little one. Soon, you'll be screaming."
"Stop calling me that!" Harry shouted at the maliciously grinning man.
"Why not? It has just the effect I want it to. I've been studying quite a bit and just the words make you afraid, don't they?"
"You're nothing but a snotty little punk!" Harry hissed. "Nothing you say can do anything to me!" Harry was lying and he knew it. Every time the man used that horrible phrase Harry couldn't help the frisson of fear that raced through his body. "You're only using that to try to make yourself feel like a mighty alpha!"
"Actually, let me fill you in on our pack's history, shall I? After your Alpha and his beta decimated us, the leader became obsessed with finding you again. But, as are all obsessed leaders, he was illogical in his search. How did he expect us to find you if he never let us out of that forest?" Brown hair shifted as the man shook his head in disgust. "So, years go by and I start to realize how incredibly cracked he is. My father, after having his arm ripped off, became almost completely useless. But I became his other hand. I learned and studied and eventually I left the forest. And guess who I met while studying in a library in London?" He didn't wait for an answer. "Muroch is almost as crazy as Quint was, but at least he has the brains to get what he wants. So, we made a plan: I go back to the forest and kill Quint, thereby taking over control of the pack, and Muroch sets the rest of us up here in comfort."
"So you traded freedom for a life of being hired thugs?" Harry snarled. He kept his back tight against the door, yet all the while was looking covertly for any way out of the small metal room. He cursed his blurry vision.
The man shrugged. "Well, what are you going to do, hmm? I'm a Muggle in a Wizard world, you know. My dad can't go back to his practice. So, yeah, we may be hired thugs, but we won, didn't we? We got you back."
"Muroch kidnapped me. That's all!" Harry hissed. "I'll be out of here soon."
"Wake up, Harry," the man laughed. "The dream is still there. It's just that now the Indago and werewolves are working together. And you are still the key. Muroch is going to be lending your body out to everyone, for a nominal breeding fee, of course. But with our plan, we work for him and in return, we live in civilized conditions and get you. Nice, isn't it?"
