Moonlit Forever

Maddie POV

Sitting up slowly I felt dizzy. Feeling the back of my head I didn't feel any blood. Sighing in relief I looked at my leg and winced. The whole thing was crusted in blood. Swearing slightly I tried to touch it and winced as pain radiated up my leg. Hearing a soft high pitched laughter coming from down the hallway, I paused in my examination and glanced up. Looking back down at my leg I turned it to see the cut, when I saw puss coming out of it. Whimpering softly I heard the door slamming open. Ignoring it I started to squeeze the puss out of the cut. Wishing I hadn't taken the soft cast off at the waterfall before my attack, I ripped my shirt farther and used that to bandage my cut. Looking up I saw my attacker leaning against the wall, watching.

"You aren't healing. Wonder why that is?" He spoke, using his back to push him off the wall and walk in a circle around me. Keeping my head forward I sat unmoving until I felt him cuff my ear. Flinching slightly I sat back up and stared at the wall again.

"I'm sick." Giving out a fake coughs, I smirked at the wall until I heard his high tittering laugh. Feeling his breath on the back of neck, I had to keep myself from flinching away. Hearing his chuckle, I continued to focus on the wall. Hearing him walk closer to me, I tensed up and then immediately tried to relax. I knew from my training that tensing wouldn't help. Straining to hear his movements as he stalked quietly behind me, I jumped when I felt him grab my shirt neck and pull down.

"He marked you?" He hissed out. Staring at the wall I felt him pacing behind me again. "But he marked her. I felt it. So why did he mark you?" Staying silent, I heard him turn and tensed as I felt his heavy boot connect with my back. Jerking forward I bit my lips to suppress the whimper. Breathing heavily I sat straight up only for him to kick me again and again. Whimpering silently I clenched my hands and tried to think of my waterfall. As I fell to my side, I felt the throbbing pains in my back as he relentlessly continued on. Finally as he stopped, I felt my body relaxing slightly until I heard him step towards the back of the cell. Sitting up cautiously, I looked back at him quickly before scooting closer to the wall. Bringing my legs up so I could wrap my arms around them had me wincing but then his face was in front of mine again. Putting on my emotionless void I waited for him to say something.

"Shift." Looking at him surprised, I barely noticed the glint of the short knife until it sliced my arm. Crying out I reacted quickly and gripped the cut, giving him a deadly gaze I watched as he sat and looked patiently at me. "Shift." After a few seconds he sliced my other arm. Feeling the fear build up in my chest, bubbling up and silencing my cries with its thick stifling feeling, I shook my head. Seeing the knife come at me again I shrieked. Again and again he came at me until my arms looked as though I got in a wrestling match with barbed wire.

"Shift. This is the last time I ask." He growled out. Hanging my head I whimpered out the words that had haunted me since the doctor came into my room.

"I can't. I don't have a wolf right now." Hearing him hiss in a breath had me flinching back, only to see him rock back on his heels and stand up. Moving to the other side of the cell he leaned against the wall again.

"Is that why you aren't healing runt?" Nodding at his question, I watching as he picked dirt from under his nails. Wringing my hands together nervously I leaned back slightly against the wall. Watching him I could feel my eyes getting heavy as the adrenaline started to wear off. Shaking my head and forcing my eyes to stay open I looked back up at him to see him grinning down at me, knife at his side. Feeling the fear bubbling up again I pressed back closer to the wall as he came closer to me. Kneeling in front of me he flicked at one of my cuts, causing me to hiss out in pain.

"I hope he is feeling all of this through the mark and knows you are too weak to fight back." Pressing hard into some of my wounds, I bit back my screams as I looked him in the eyes.

"He won't care." I spat out as he released the pressure. "He doesn't want me."

"He didn't want a mate in general." He said nonchalantly. "I mean given his past and all you can hardly blame him." Shooting him a look I watched as he smirked, turning the corner of his mouth up impishly. Grabbing my hand from where I had them held close to my body, I struggled to rip it out of his grasp but he just gripped it tighter. Pulling it towards him, he laid my hand flat on the floor before taking his knife and stabbing through my palm. An ear piercing, inhumanely high pitched scream escaped my lips. Feeling the warm tears leak out of my eyes I tried to resist the urge to jerk my hand back towards myself. Screaming out again I saw the edges of my vision tinged with black. Desperately wanting to escape into the darkness, I resisted the urge as I tried to even out my labored breathing. The fear bubbling up and adrenaline pumping through me helped to keep me awake. Instead of screams, I had a steady stream of whimpers coming from now as I stared at the knife sticking out from my hand. I wanted to rip it out and throw it at him but I knew that could lead to worse problems. As I dwelled over what to do, I heard the hiss of a lighter and his high pitched laugh. Feeling my blood run cold and shivers set in I looked over at him lighting a cigarette. Leaning forward he pushed the lit end on my arm. Screaming out again I ignored all thoughts as I tried to tug my arm towards me. Screaming out I fell on my side and scooted closer to my hand. Blubbering I tried to think of my waterfall or my family or something to take me away from this place. After what seemed like hours of him watching me whimper out in pain, I heard him leave. Curling up closer to the hand trapped to the floor, I balled my other hand up to my chest and starting sobbing. I let out all my frustration and the pain in my heaving sobs. My chest was heaving and when the tears had stopped I still felt the shuddering breaths coming. Eventually those stopped to and I just lay there curled up on the floor. Feeling my eyes dropping I gave in to the darkness.

Hearing the cell door clanging open startled me awake. Not knowing how long I was out, I stayed in my fetal position on the floor. I heard his feet walk closer before his boots and pants breezed by my face. Blinking I felt the shivering start as I laid their bleary eyed. Licking my lips I tried to form words but only silence came. Licking my lips again I tried. Hearing the raspy-ness of my voice startled me but I only faltered slightly.

"What did you mean by you hoped he felt it?" Staying in my fetal position, I heard his feet shuffle closer to me as he sat in front of me. Focusing on a spot on his pants I tried to clear my mind as my shaking increased but then he started to talk and that gave me something to focus on.

"Crying that way really did a number on your voice. Shame really. I thought you were tougher than that." Still staring at his pants I felt my wolf stirring a bit at his words.

"What did you mean?" I asked again. This time with a little more clarity in my voice. Hearing his laugh I flinched slightly before gazing up at him out of my peripherals.

"Can't act tough now." Glaring at him I went back to looking at the spot on his jeans. Laying there I could feel my hand throbbing and I had a thousand questions. Hearing him move, I tensed up. Hearing his laugh at my reaction, I heard him stand and start towards the door.

"We can ask your mate tomorrow what that comment meant." Lifting my head up to look at him, I heard the door slam and his laughter echoing down the hallway.