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"Wakey Wakey, sleeping beauty." A cheery voice said.
I slowly began to feel my whole body again. Yet I couldn't open my eyes, it felt as if they were glued shut. My head felt foggy, it made my body felt trapped, held down. I moaned in pain, my head and injured thigh aching. The throbbing pain of a migraine hit me, due to the chloroform they used to bring me here to this unknown place. I moved my body in discomfort, slightly moving my head to ease the pain, but with my luck, it only felt worse.
I weakly opened my eyes, blinking in confusion at the voice beside me. It was the monster that took me, Chase.
He cocked his head to the side. "awake finally," he walked around the bed, a smirk on his face.
I sat up quick, pulling my legs against my chest, fighting back the sobs that threatened to tear me apart. Where am I? Oh god, they brought me to be auctioned off or worse, killed. It was rather easy to imagine why these men would kidnap girls, selling them for their bodies. But what werewolves would want to do with kidnapped teenage girls had to be so much worse.
There was no question that werewolves didn't exist prior to a few days ago and in some ways, I hadn't been completely wrong. The brooding and cliche beasts from modern day pop culture, who turned into dogs at the full moon and fell in love with human girls were nothing close to what truly existed. They were all savages. All werewolves looked at us with equal inconsideration.
The devil that dragged me to this hell came and sat at the foot of the bed. In the daylight, I could clearly see his facial features. I might have considered him handsome if I didn't know what he really was. There were blonde strands of hair and his features were sharp and angular; a strong chiseled jaw and a straight nose. A jagged scar ran from the left side of his face to the side of his nose. His bright green eyes stood out the most against his smooth pale skin. He was dressed completely in black.
"Such a pretty little thing," he rasped out, his tone dangerous and cold, "your scent reeks purity, it's delicious." He sniffs the air, a moan of approval leaving his chest. He opened his eyes, his eyes flashing a darker, brooding green.
I gripped the blankets beneath me, on the verge of tears.
"I can see why you'd be such a good price. Any man would love to get a taste and touch of you," he says in a dark, lust filled tone.
I shook my head, staring at the monster with tears eyes, "No! D-don't come any closer!" I begged, my back meeting the bed's headboard.
Of course, he wouldn't listen.
He came closer, so close, I could feel the warmth come from his body. My heart pounded in my chest at his close proximity, I squeezed my eyes shut in fear, my bottom lip shaking.
"You put on a good act, how you tried to be brave and unafraid but you're shaking and quivering for me," he chuckles evilly, sliding closer to me. I tried to calm my frantic heart and form to not give him the satisfaction but as I tried to breathe, it just felt like my heart was going to leap out of my chest.
