My Wolf-man

Chapter 32 ~ Black, Menacing & Deadly

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I sucked in a breath and spun around intending to run as far away from him as I could and find the girls and leave immediately.

I kicked and scratched at the man, blindly punching and hitting anything I could to try and break his grip.

The fight or flight instinct came as an urge so strong it gave me a burst of adrenaline that allowed me to lash out and scratch the skin on his face, leaving a long trail across the side of his face. I admired the long gash left which I knew would have to have been done with the help of my wolf, but I had no time to look down and see the nails I knew were protruding from my human hands.

I bit down on his arm that was preventing me from getting away, not releasing my bite until I tasted blood.

He let out a loud growl and released me, earning me a momentary escape, before he grabbed me once again and for sure nearly teared my arm out of its socket wrenching me back so I was pressed against him.

"H-" I began to yell out but he clasped his hand down over my mouth with an inhuman force, stopping me from calling the attention of one of the staff in the store.

"Don't do anything," he hissed in my ear, "or you will regret it. And don't doubt that for a second."

I cried out in pain, and he hoisted me up with his hands around my stomach, nearly squeezing the life out of me.

I kicked out at anything I could to try and stop him from taking me. I kicked his leg, and he stumbled, nearly dropping me, but he regained his composure and continued on his path towards the back of the store.

He exited through the store room and led me towards a black car. My eyes widened and I figured as hard as I could. Kicking and clawing and scratching and praying I could do something more to stop him taking me.

No no no no please no please no. I screamed in my throat, the sound not making it out because he was covering my mouth with a death grip. White, hot tears clouded my vision and my chest was burning on fire. I wished my wold could help me, but she's just as trapped as I am right now.

All of a sudden I found myself being flung through the air, and I hit the concrete with a deadly force, a sharp pain shooting through my arm and I could feel a warm liquid run down my leg, under my jeans. Blood. 

A sharp throb began in my knee, and I felt scratches all over as I rolled along the ground from the impact of him throwing me on the ground like a careless and deserted rag doll. I cried out, a sharp throb escaping my throat.

I tried to get up on my knees, but I felt a sharp sting to my face and I rolled to the side away from the man who administered it. I sobbed again. No this isn't happening. This isn't happening this isn't happening I began repeating in my head.

The man rolled me over and held a white rag to my face, covering my nose and mouth. I bucked and kicked and tried to scream but he sat on top of me, preventing me from escaping, a deadly, black, menacing gleam in his eyes and a deadly grin made its way onto his lips as my vision began to darken.

The cloth must have some sort of gas on it, and my movements became less aggressive as I lost control of my body.

The girls ran through my head at an alarming speed, and I prayed and prayed they would realize I'm gone so they could get help.

Aiden.

And that was the last thought I had before I lost consciousness, inevitably succumbing to the future in store for me.