The Beast I Have Become

Chapter 18

        I thought he was just yanking my chain at first, but it turns out that he's fucking serious. I'm not gay and I definitely don't want the feeling of another man on me.
        "We'll have some fun tonight," the man says before leaving. I stare after him, not moving a muscle due to shock. He can't possibly be serious, right? He looks like the kind of guy who would be in a strip club and take a sexy girl home. Not a sexy man. Again, no offense to those of you who are gay, but to me, this is just wrong. I've never been man-napped before.
        Later that day, (not knowing what time it is since I'm in a dark place with no windows and no phone or watch) the man comes down. I glare at his dim lifted face. I have my head hanging a bit low, my eyes dilated to the top of my eyes. In other words, I give him a menacing look. He gives me a hard but, I don't know...flirty look? I'm not sure what to call it, but it makes me very uncomfortable.
        "How've you been?" He asks me with a lovely voice. I scoff. This man has the fucking nerve to ask me how I've been! He outta go to Hell.
        "Oh," I reply, sarcasm making up my tone 100%. "I've been just peachy!" I glare at the wall, too disgusted to even look at his face. Next thing you know, he's closer. He inches closer and closer until he's literally on top of me. I didn't take that too well.
        "What the hell?!" I cry out. "Get the fuck off of me! I'm not gay!" The man doesn't listen, but only cuddles against me. Why couldn't it at least be a woman who man-napped me? But at least with a guy I can beat the shit out of. I would never have to nerve to beat, much less raise my hand to a woman unless I absolutely have to with no other choice.
        But he's already slipped the cuffs on. I use my strength to try to break the cuffs, but I only receive pain as a bit of blood starts to drip from the cut I've got due to metal cuffs digging into my wrists. I growl, but not in a pleasure sort of way either. It's getting to me. The wolf isn't sitting right with this situation. Not one bit. I struggle as this ass embraces me and kisses my cheek and whatever else. He didn't get as far as stripping (thank God), but it was still the most uncomfortable experience ever. He kissed me on my neck and apparently got a boner. I'm probably gonna have some bad trauma after this.
       "Stop!" I cry out. The pleasure he gets, is nothing compared to the pleasure I get. I get my pleasure when he finally leaves me be. As I'm guessing a day passes, I feel my sanity (or what bit of it I have) slowly seep out through my ears. I twitch as I stare at the stupid stone walls or sometimes at the flickering flame of the candles. I growl and snarl, and sometimes even foam a bit at the mouth. I have got to get out of here. The man comes in for what I guess the second night. I growl at him this time. And it wasn't a very human one either. He pays no attention to it. I taste a bit of blood in my mouth as my teeth become pointier. I can see that my vision has sharpened a bit, and I'm guessing that they slightly glowing their dark yellow.
        The man comes closer. I give him a warning growl. Yeah, the same warning growl that he paid no attention to.
        "I'm warning you," I growl. He only smiles down at me. I bare my teeth and I'm 100% sure that he noticed that my teeth are pointier. If I had ears like a wolf, they'd be flat against my skull. He doesn't follow and out of instinct, I scratch his cheek. It's not too deep, but enough to draw a small amount of blood. He pulls back and gets off of me. I growl and rip my hands apart, the chain that connects the cuffs breaking. But I'm still tied by my neck to the wall.
        "Why so feisty, little dog?" He asks mockingly. He knew. Either that or he isn't afraid of a monster that could easily kill him in many ways.
        "Well, I don't know," I reply sarcastically. "Maybe it's because you man-napped me. Or maybe it's because you're using me as a man toy. Oh! Or maybe it's because IM TIED DOWN HERE LIKE A DAMN PRISONER AND BEING MOLESTED BY A MAN WHEN IM NOT EVEN GAY! Would you like me to list some more?"
        "Point taken," the man says gruffly. "But now what? I let you leave and then you call the cops on me? No thank you." I give a huge tug on the chain around my neck.
        "I can get out whether you let me out or not," I snarl. The man only folds his arms, giving me a look like he's daring me to prove it. I give a good tug on the chain again. The chain gives a threatening snap as it straightens out.
        "And then tell the cops?" The man asks again. "I don't think you'd be able to get anywhere with a bullet through your head." Murderous. Real nice.
        "Oh great!" I reply sarcastically. "A murderer! Bravo. You sure thought this one out. Good job." I clap my hands with mock enthusiasm. The man only rolled his eyes. He leaves. He hasn't fed me anything but a few pieces of stale freaking bread. That's all I had. I'm starving.
        Thanks to being stuck in a room as I slowly lose my sanity, the wolf been more on edge than anything else. My teeth remain pointy, my nails a bit pointy, and my vision sharp. My eyes are probably just slightly dark yellow. My stubble is growing faster and I feel dirty since I haven't taken a shower. My hair (I can feel it) is a huge mess. If Ryan or Matt saw me, they'd probably think that I've lost it. In fact, anyone would think the same thing if they saw my wild and tattered appearance.
        I know some of you guys might think, "oh what about your Apple Watch, Mark?". Well, truth is is that I must've forgotten to put it on after my shower. Therefore, it's most likely in the bathroom, because I don't remember putting it on before bed. That's my fault.
        A little later, the man comes down with a chunk of probably stale bread and a bottle of water. And if you're wondering (which you probably aren't), I have a bathroom, yes. It's the bucket in the corner of my room, which is just in the range of the chain. It makes the already musty reek of the basement become even grosser than before. I hate it. I hate this man.
        "You're awfully silent," the man points out. I don't answer but only reply with a murderous glare, baring my pointy teeth a little. I'm getting out. Today. I would say tonight, but I'm still unaware of the time and date. It feels like I've been here for days, but it could've only been two. I can usually tell when it's night because I can hear the man's loud snores when he sleeps.
        As what I'm guessing night comes by, the man rubs his stupid self all over me as I fight the urge to rip his face off. He's in nightclothes and he leaves. I wait till I hear his loud snores before working with the chains. I pull hard on the chains around my neck, pulling till my veins are popping from my skin. The old, rusty chain eventually gives way and snaps. I set it down and catch my breath for a second and listen to make sure that he's still asleep. I hear his snores and make my way.
        I go through the little door and out onto the ground floor. I look over and see the man asleep on his bed. It's dark since the candles are out, but since my vision has been sharp for the past day or so, I can see perfectly. I look over and see the door. Bingo! As I carefully walk over to the door, my feet remain silent on the wooden floorboards. But of course...there's always one...
        Squeeeeeaaaaak, goes the damn floorboard. I grimace the whole time as the squeak echoes through the small room. Oh, I'm so boned.
        "Fuck," I squeak in frustration. I stay as still as possible, hoping that the man won't wake up. Suddenly, a beam of light is on me. A flashlight?! Are you fucking kidding me?! I WAS ALMOST THERE!!!
        "Stay where you are, pup," the man's gruff voice says. I'm trapped in a frozen position. I can't move a muscle. I just stare the best I can into the beam of light as my pupils become small the limit the light that goes into my eyes. In other words, I have a deer in the headlights moment. I hear him adjust his bolt action in his hand. He has one of those power ass, bolt action, deer hunting rifles with a scope and everything. If I get shot with that at a range this close, it could for sure blow me up.
        Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck, I thought to myself. My brain then switches on and I haul ass to the door, opening it the opposite way and probably breaking it. I hear the man hell behind me, but I continue running. Though I'm a werewolf, I have short legs, therefore making me a slow. Not only that, but I'm mostly muscles, which only adds on to my weight, which leads to possible death in this case. But of course (my luck is fan-fucking-tactic right now), I trip over a root and land flat on my face. Before I know what's happening, the man fucking tackles me. All of the air is bashed from my lungs as the man's hulking figure falls on top of me. My chest and back really hurt now, so I wouldn't be surprised if this ass broke a rib of two.
        "Not today," he growls in my ear. Since I was so close to freedom, and pretty damn desperate, I snarl at the man and dig my fingers into the ground to try to pry myself from under this behemoth. Sadly, it doesn't work. He gets up and yanks me up to my feet. Pain literally explodes through my body. My ribs, my back, my head, and the rest of my body due to sudden impact of the cold, hard ground. Thanks a lot fucking tree root. 
        For once, I try to get the wolf's attention. I think to myself and tell myself that I'm in a Hell of danger. I feel my senses prick up even more so and my body gradually change. The man hasn't noticed yet, since he sees that I'm already in pain, probably only thinks that I'm wincing from the pain. I apparently made it a damn far way too. But the man drags me by my arm with his superman grip on my arm. His hand is almost able to entirely circle my big muscle.
        "The pain can't be that bad," the man says while I pant and whimper in pain as my body slowly changes. I wait till at least my nails are turned to claws before slashing at his face with my right arm (he has me by my left). Thing is, is that his grip only tightens. I don't know how the fuck he managed to keep his grip, but he did. And let me tell ya now. He isn't a very happy camper at the moment. I only scratch him since its the bite that changes. It has something to do with the saliva or something like that, but not the claws. I slash at his again, but this time on his hand. He lets go this time. As soon as he lets go, I'm haul ass into the opposite direction. Once I feel like I'm a safe distance away (not only that, but I get a really bad stitch in my side), I turn and see a sign. It reads: Woodside Rd.
        I don't know if there are any other houses down here, but I for damned sure hope this is the road his house is on. I'm not turning back to find out either, I thought to myself as I remember the road name. I wait and let the wolf die down before following the road to the main road. I feel my teeth and make sure nothing else is being exposed before waving my hands and catching the attention of a car. It's a man in probably his twenties.
        "Hey man!" He says before the window is fully down. "What the hell? Are you alright?" I nod hastily and look back into the woods and make sure that he isn't aiming his get at my ass.
        "Yeah," I reply back. "I need you to call the police." The man doesn't wait any longer before pulling his phone out and dialing 911. He hands it to me.
        "911 how can I help you?" A female voice asks. I gather my nerves before speaking.
        "Yes, I need the police," I say a little quickly.
        "Where at?"
        "Woodside Rd."
        "The police will be right there." With that, the call ends. I press the end call button and hand the phone back to the guy.
        "Thank you so much," I say to him. He's now out of his car and checking for any physical signs of me being hurt.
        "No problem," he replies back. "Do you need anything else?" I shake my head. "I want to at least stay in case the I'm needed for information." Not sure if there's much to give them from his point of view, but I don't argue either. Eventually, I hear sirens. Then a police car shows up at the corner. A young cop in maybe his thirties gets out of the car.
        "What's the problem here?" He asks with a professional tone.
        "I was kidnapped," I reply to the cop. "His house night be down this road, and last I checked he's still there." The cops accepts and the young man who helped me insists on me getting a ride in his car while the cops hops into his. The cop turn off his lights and sirens so as not to alarm the man. We go first and the cop follows behind us until we end up at the cabin. We get out and I point the cop to the cabin. Without saying anything, the cop grabs his 9 mm and points it to the ground. He turns and nods to us before opening the door. He immediately points the pistol up and looks around. The guy is nowhere.
        "Wait," I reply before the cop says anything. "There is a secret doorway over here. This is where he kept me." We got over and I open it. The cop grabs his flashlight and holds the flashlight over the gun in some hard to explain fashion. He shines the light here and fro. Nothing.
        "Shit," I hiss to myself. "Hold on. I think I can find him. I scratched him earlier, it drew a good amount of blood."
        I have to risk using my senses, I thought to myself as I head outside. I go in the direction that I remember and find blood on the leaves. I dip my forefinger into a little dripping of it. I remain in my crouching position and bring my finger up to my face. I rub the drop on my thumb as well, rubbing it in between my thumb and forefinger. I've never really done this, so I don't know how it really works. I sigh and inhale through my nose and take in the scent of the blood. Almost like a GPS finding the satellite, a route flows out. I absentmindedly lick the blood from my fingers and follow the trail. This man isn't getting away if I can help it.