Leverage

Bindings

Ethan has a firm grip on me that he doesn't release until we are in a new room that looks exactly the same as my old one.

"Ethan, you have to let me go." I tell him.

He stays silent, refusing to look at anything except the floor.

"You know what he'll do to me." I try to emphasize hurt in my voice, hoping to make him feel guilty. "Are you just going to stand by and let it happen?"

"They are my pack." He states it as if it's something he's repeated to himself over and over. "He is my Alpha. I'm with them and have to do what they tell me to. I wouldn't expect you to understand."

"You're right. I don't understand. I don't understand how you all can do the things you do and not feel bad about it. You may be part wolf, but you're part human too. Or at least I thought you were."

He huffs and turns his back on me, arms crossed. He's leaning in the open door way and I can't see his face, but I'm positive it's showing more than what he wants me to see.

"Ethan..." I begin again, a little gentler this time. "I know you aren't as far gone as they are. You can still redeem yourself..."

"What can one redeem when they've slaughtered their whole pack?" He cuts me off, bitterness in his tone. "What can one redeem when they've done that, and didn't care. Even enjoyed it a little."

I'm taken aback. I forgot about what him and his brother did to their old pack. It's not hard to think Aiden would do something like that, but Ethan? He doesn't seem the type. I'm at a loss for words on how to comfort the obvious hurt and frustration in his voice and I'm too concerned with trying to convince him to just let me go to think clearly.

He notices my silence and turns back around to look at me, a forced hardness present in his features. "Do you see now? I'm just like them."

He's not though. I don't care what he did before. He isn't that person now. He didn't know what he was doing. Deucalion was the first and only person to offer him help. Deucalion influenced him to thinking that was the only out for him.

Now that he knows, he understands what he did was wrong. Now he knows that there was a better way to go about it.

I open my mouth to say something else, but immediately close it and back up until I press myself up against the wall like a frightened mouse with no place to go.

Ennis has just entered the room.

All my fear returns to me as I realize that my window for opportunity to convince Ethan to let me go is long gone.

"Get out!" Ennis orders Ethan.

I stare at him, my eyes pleading with him to not leave me alone with this monster. To save me from him.

Ethan drops my gaze with a look of guilt and walks out of the room. Does he really feel so much better being in this pack? They treat him just the same as the old one from what I can tell.

After the door is closed, Ennis wastes no time to close the distance between us and forcefully jabs his hand into my already hurt side. I scream in pain, clutching at his arm to remove it.

He took away some of the pressure so that my screams turned into harsh, ragged breaths and whimpers. Then he looked behind himself as a female voice says, "Deucalion said to tie him up when you're done." Kali tosses some rope to the side and leaves us without another word. I didn't even notice her opening the door back up.

His attention back on me, he grabs me by my collar with the hand not digging into my side. He leans in, getting so close that I can smell his foul breath.

"That's too bad," he says. "I was just going to break one of your legs so you couldn't run away again."

My heart drops at the idea. When I was first locked up in here, I didn't believe any of their threats. But now that I know what they are capable of and after seeing what they've done so far, I wouldn't put it past him to break both of my legs if he really wanted to.

"Are you going to try and escape again?" He asks me, pushing back into my side.

Trying to control my hard breathing, I reply. "I don't know, are you going to take a mint?" My sarcastic side unintentionally coming out. I'm not sure where I got the courage to say it, but his fist connecting with my jaw made me clearly realize that I shouldn't have.

"Are you going to try and escape again?" He repeats.

Still dazed from the first punch, I'm unable to answer him back as fast as he wants before he throws another.

"Are you going to try and escape again?" This time he yells.

"No." I, weakly, pant out. If there were any human ears in the room, they probably wouldn't have been able to hear it.

He, however, doesn't have human ears and I know he heard it. That didn't stop him from driving his fist into my jaw line once more. Seeing black spots, my knees give out a little and I feel the majority of my body weight is now being held up by his grasp around my collar.

"I can't hear you!" He snarls in my face, harshly.

"No!" I grunt, trying to get ahold of the throbbing sensation taking place in my skull and speak a little louder.

He smirks at me before throwing yet another hard blow that knocks me to the ground.

Groaning, I crumple into the fetal position, blocking myself with my arms and expecting more hits to come.

I hear him walk over to the rope and pick it up. It's one thing to be beaten and have my arms to protect me. But to be beaten and tied up? No way to cover myself? It sends a whole new set of shivers erupting inside me.

I try to be calm, but it's more exhausting than just giving in to all of these emotions.

He walks back over to me. I can feel him standing over me as he orders me to put my hands behind my back.

Terror overwhelmed me, shocking me to paralysis. I can't move at all. No matter how much I want to. The only action my body seems to be able to do is my involuntary shaking.

Not pleased with my disobedience, he kicks me hard. Luckily, my knees blocked it. Unluckily, it still hurt. He kicks me again, reviving my muscles from their stupor.

"Put you hands behind your back or I'm going to make you." He demands.

Now that my muscles are back in my command, I listen to him. I, slowly, bring my quivering hands behind me and lay on my stomach. Doing this reignites the pain from my side and makes it hard for me to breathe properly.

He roughly ties my hands together, then moves down to my feet to do the same thing.

"And so you shut the hell up," he adds. I turn to look at what he is talking about, but my question is answered when a gag is placed over my mouth and tightly knotted.

Proud with his work, he finally gets up and leaves me alone to my new, uncomfortable position.

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