I'm screaming for help. My mouth is opening but nothing is coming out. It's hard for me to keep my eyes open, and I can't really feel anything touching my body. It's like my entire nervous system is on pause.I feel a hand against my collar bone. I try to push then away but I end up just brushing my arm across the other. I'm too dizzy. They had drugged me with something. The effects are wearing off. I can only tell that because they're tying my arms together, then my legs. They're stuffing something into my mouth.
I don't fight. I can't. All these drugs are making me feel the need to do is sleep. Yet, if I close my eyes I'm giving up. I can do that. I would be giving up on everything I have lived up to.
Who knows if, if I do fall asleep, if I will ever wake up from it. I keep my eyes open. I can feel my body moving as the car starts to move from a stop sign.
I start to get more consious. My eyes shift around the van as I try to figure out where the hell I am at this point.
The man that had attacked me is sitting in front of me. He's studying me. He tugs at the collar of my shirt and looks at the marks on my neck.
"Your mate, he's going to be one pissed off son of a bitch when he finds out your missing." He shakes his head. I've seen him before. As I think harder into I realize that he works at the local grocery store.
I furrow my eyebrows. "He's a strong dude. He's pretty rough in bed with you too, right? So I'm sure you can take a bit of roughness." He says. I growl through the thing in my mouth. If my hands weren't tied behind me I wouldn't be just listening to him.
"Please don't take this personally, Mrs, luna. I just need the money." He says. I only furrow my eyebrows even more. He could have just asked me for money.
I stare at him. I take all his features in. His black hair, his pointy nose, the gaged ears and the piercing on his lip. I let his voice pierce my ears so that I can remember the way that it sounds.
He's dead when I get ahold of him.
Ryan. I use my mind link. Ryan instantly replies.
Baby! Where are you? Are you okay?
No. I don't know where I am but they're taking me somewhere. Ryan please just promise me something if I can't get out of this. I beg.
His line gets filled with pain. I want to break down and cry too. But I have to be strong for the both of us.
Okay. He says. Worry is filling the line. The man has caught on with what I'm doing.
Promise me, when north gets older she'll know who her mom was and that I loved her so much. I love you, Ryan. My words are rushed because I see the man fill a needle with some kind of drug.
Taylor I'll get you home. I love you too. He says. I scream into the rag as the warm drug shoots into my veins.
I try to reply but my wolf is gone before I black out another time. I promise myself that I will get home to them, one day.
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'This one is the last bid of the night, she's a young, fertile Luna of a very strong pack. She has given birth to a single, very healthy baby girl by an Alpha in the United States.' I'm dizzy, someone pushes me forward and I stand in the middle of a small stage. My body is almost completely bare. I'm wearing a set of lingerie that someone had dressed me in.
Just feet from my I can see several dim red lights. Behind those lights were the glow of different men's faces. It's hard to see their complete features, but you could tell they are men.
'The bidding will start at 300,00' an announcer says. I walk around the stage, trying hard to figure out where I am. I'm not all here. My mind is drifting around from the drugs that they have me on.
I stumble and hear buzzers going off. The prices keep on going up. Flashes of red keep me on my feet. I keep spinning trying to keep up with what's happening.
'Do I hear 500,00?' The announcer says. There's one last buzz and I hear it plain as day. My heart is beating faster as the sound hits my ears.
I look at the flashing red light. There are no more buzzes. I am confused, terrified and quiet. I don't know what's happening.
'Sold! You can collect her in the back.' The announcer says. Someone reaches out and pulls me to the back of the curtain. I remember other girls being here. I do t know where they went though.
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Carrier (TPA2)
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