Alone

Mine

The man grabbed my arms and forced me to stand. I looked at him with confused terror, not understanding what I'd even done to this man. He shoved me in the direction he'd emerged from and when I fell again he punched me. My face flew to the right from the impact as my eyes welled with tears.

He didn't listen to my pleads as he walked us for who knows how long. Eventually a disgusting shack came into view. He pulled me down a flight of stairs and down a hallway, "Sir, please stop! What's happening? I didn't mean to do anything wrong!! Sir, please!"

"Filthy rogue, I'm tired of your kind trekking in here like nothing's gonna happen. You'll learn, you mongrel" The man yanked on my arm, throwing me on the filthy ground. I could feel the bruises forming on my hands and knees.

I began to panic, tears began to fall faster than I realized. "I-I'm sorry! I really don't know what you're talking about. Believe me, I can leave if you want," it seemed my begging was beginning to get through to him.

The man hesitated, thought for a second, and then kicked me in the ribs, "Disgusting rat! You think I'm going to believe your load of bull?"

He left, he actually left. I've never been so happy to be alone. I laid on the floor of the... I don't even know... a cage? It was large and slimy, dark and drab. After days of being left alone here I began to believe I was gonna be left here to starve. I saw no problem with me dying that way, though. I truly believed I would die by starvation long before I came here.

Then I heard footsteps. Faint, far, slow, but they were there. The steps got louder, until I heard a growl, feral and demanding. The steps became stomps, faster and growing in volume. A man burst in front of me, the world stopped turning. Who... who is this man? He. Is..

"Mine." He whispered. He visibly slouched as he stared at me. My whimper seemed to snap him out of his daze. "Why are..." He shoved himself through the door and tried to grab me, I shrunk back more into the wall in fear that he'd finish what the other man had started.

He stared at my trembling form before he slowly grabbed my arm. I winced; without my wolf, the large bruise on my arm from being dragged here wasn't healing. He immediately let go and examined my arm, followed by the bruises on my legs, then the black eye from being punched. He growled, not nearly as loud, but twice as ferocious than the first.

He ignored my quivers of fear as he scooped me up and stormed out of the shack. He tucked me into his chest as he briskly pushed past some men. He stopped walking and was staring at someone, I turned to look at who and immediately regretted it. The man who had drug me here was gazing in fear at the man holding me.

The man who brought me here went to speak, to explain himself, but was cutoff by an enraged snarl dripping out of the mouth of the man holding me. I shuddered and felt my eyes widen in terror between the two. "You did this?" The man's arms tightened as he spoke dangerously quiet.

"Now sir, I really wasn't trying to disrespect... you... I wouldn't."

"From what you told me earlier, she wasn't trying to trespass either, but guess who didn't listen..."

He shook. I truly feared the mean man's legs would give out. He stuttered to come up with an answer. The big guy holding me set me down on the ground as he paced forward. When nose to nose with the scared guy, he paused and stared into his eyes. "You. Don't. Touch. Her."

As the last syllable grunted from his throat his fist connected with the frightened man's ribs. The poor guy, let's call him Joe, he doubled over as a disgusting snap left his body. The angry man, he'll be Bob. Bob didn't seem to be affected at all by Joe's pain. He grabbed Joe's arm in his right hand and his neck in his left, "You bruised her arm." Bob pulled on Joe's arm until it popped... out of place, "be glad I don't rip yours off."

My whole body shuddered. I couldn't control the noise that escaped me. I turned and fell to the floor as I started to vomit. With such little in my stomach, I mostly just dry heaved after the initial contents left me. I cried on my hands and knees, from the discomfort of puking and from the fear I'd been overwhelmed with.

Tears rolled down my face, I reached out to my wolf. She... didn't answer. Was I too late? Was I in there too long? She... she can't leave me. Bob crouched next to me as I wailed and sobbed through my pain. I barely noticed Bob until he touched my back. I instantly turned to stone. My body trembled as I waited for what was to come.

Bob's hand twitched while laying on my back, "Jus- Just come on." He picked me up again and began walking down the hall again. I looked over at Joe, he was bruised and battered, his arm loosely dangled by his side. A fresh wave of bile rose in me. I flinched and looked away. Bob grabbed my head and pushed my face into his chest.

He placed me down on a bed... No! I wasn't about to... No! I fell off the bed in my haste to get up. I scrambled to pick myself up before Bob could get too me. I swatted at his hands as he reached for me. My body felt like it was going to give out underneath me, but I wasn't going to let that stop me. If Mr. Bob thinks he can run in, save me, scare me half to death, and then I'll just fall in his bed he's obviously gonna be disappointed.

As I twisted the door knob, I felt my last drops of hope evaporate. Locked. Bob grabbed me and threw back on the bed. "Don't. Please... just don't," Bob didn't listen to me. He stalked to the bed, I knew that if I tried to get up my body wouldn't hold up to it. I cowered as Bob's figure moved to my side. He slipped into the bed and scooted closer to me. "N-n-now Bob, I... please don't..." tremors of fear controlled my body as I shook.

He stopped his advance and stared at me, "Bob?"

"...sorry... my innermonologue got a little confusing... I... named you..." I trailed off awkwardly. That's embarrassing. I didn't mean to say it out loud.

He chocked down a laugh, covering it with a cough, he cleared his throat, "Damien, it's... it's Damien. Speaking of which, yours'?"

"A-a-adriana."

He leaned in a little as he whispered, "Your names Adriana? I need to know a few things though. Why are you in my pack land? Why can't my wolf communicate with yours? And why are you so freaking scared?!"

"M-m-my wolf won't wake up... I'm not e-e-e-even sure she's still there..." I don't normally have a stutter, but I'm a little overwhelmed to say the least.

His eyes snapped to an ominous black, deep with bright bronze encircling his irises, "Mate is gone..." by the look on his face I was afraid he was angry, but his voice, his wolf was heartbroken. Just as much as I was.

"Damien, I'm sorry."

That's when anger washed over him, "Not Damien. Jax. Now! Who. Hurt. Mate?!"

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