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You pulled the chainlink restraints with every ounce of strength you had left but they wouldn't budge. You accepted your defeat as the basement door swung open and heavy footsteps descended down the stairs. " Are you ready to tell me where your pack is or do I have to pry it out of you?" He holds a baton at his side. You laugh, "Keep trying old man." Sweat drips down your face as he slashes your body with the baton. You spit on the back of his head as he turns around. He hits you once more before pounding his feet up the stairs.
You hang there for a while longer until you hear the door open again, this time there are no loud footsteps to follow. You hear a soft male voice, " Hey, are you alright?" It's Scott. You smile,"Yeah I'm peachy." He starts loosening the restraints, "We don't have much time, Allison is distracting her dad."
"What the hell! If she was here all along why didn't she just come get me?" You drop to your feet and shake out your arms."She couldn't, not without raising suspicion." You both slowly make your way up the stairs, listening carefully as Allison directs her family to the backyard. The two of you race out the front door and onto the street. Once you're far enough away, you stop and laugh. Scott pulls you into a bone shattering hug, "I'm glad you're okay."
You pull your head away from his shoulder and place your lips against his, "Thank you for saving me." He places his hands on your cheeks, "Let's go home." You arrive at his house a few minutes later where he proceeds to help you into the shower. Your body was covered in dark purple bruises and your wrists were burnt from the restraints. Scott helped you slip on some pyjamas before crawling into bed with you, "I'm going to make them pay."
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Teen wolf imagines
Fanficim.ag.i.na.tion iˌmajəˈnāSH(ə)n/ noun the faculty or action of forming new ideas, or images or concepts of external objects not present to the senses. "she'd never been blessed with a vivid imagination"
