Monsters Are Real.

~2~

I awoke to the foul smell of alcohol. It was strong, and all around the room. I sat up, looking around the room. It was small, holding only a bed, and some smashed bottles. I could almost see the fumes coming from the bottles.

I cough, the mixture of warm air and the fumes from the bottles made the air thick, and I had a hard time breathing. There was a throbbing pain in my head. It slowly spread from there down my back.

"G-Gaah! F-Fuck! It hurts!" I collapse back onto my side. My hands find their way to my head, holding the sides of it. I grind my teeth, waiting for the pain to go away. Away. Eventually it does, causing me to let out a sigh of relief.

I attempt sitting up again. To my relief it was painless this time. I move from sitting to standing or at least try to. There were chins around my ankles, with a metal ball connected to them.

Surprised by the sudden weight I fall on my face, just barely missing smashing into the pile of glass bottles.

"Ow!" I don't even attempt to get back up. I just lied there, watching an ant sip the spilled alcohol.

After awhile the door opened. Terrified, I scramble back to my spot on the bed. A tall muscular man walked into the room. His blond hair was combed back, showing his obvious widows peak. His eyes were a  grayish-blue. So dull compared to my orange and yellow ones.

The man was wearing a leather jacket and ripped jeans. He wore nothing under the jacket, so I had a clear view of his chest. There was a snake tattoo over it, confirming my suspicions.

He's a member of the bar gang from across the street. There are many gangs in New York, and the closest to me is the Snake Gang. The man in front of me seemed to be a part of this very gang.

He looked at me with a smirk, leaning against the wall. He seemed to be spinning the key to my ankle cuff on his finger.

"Hello, Hinge. I'm Hadley, the leader of the Snake Gang, and your kidnapper. He walked closer, pulling what looked like a metal collar from his jacket pocket. With a quick movement of his hand, I was pinned against the wall, his hand on my chest. He let out a growly chuckle, putting the collar thing on my neck. He then backed off.

"That," he pointed at the collar. "Is your shock-collar. Misbehave, and I'll shock ya'. Better be good because you don't seem like the kind of person to have a shock fetish." He then went over, unlocking the ankle cuff. He roughly tugged on my arm, dragging me out of the room.

"I've called Ivan and his guards. Commander Olivia will be here to pick you and teen-wolf up soon. 'Till then, be good." He then threw me into another room, shutting and locking the door.

He had thrown me so hard that I hit the wall on the other side of the room. I shut my eyes, letting out a loud, "Oof!" as all the air was knocked out of my lungs.

I heard movement, then felt something soft and fluffy rub against my stomach. I was then pushed into a sitting position.

"Raze?" I question, opening my eyes a bit. My vision was blurred. Raze seemed less like a wolf, and more like a giant grey and brown blob. The blob moved a bit, like it was nodding. Eventually my vision cleared.

Raze had a muzzle over his about, and a cuff & chain over his back right leg. With my eyes I follow the chain, finding that it was connected to the wall. It seemed that he couldn't walk past the bed in the room.

I sighed softly, helping him take the muzzle off.

"Hinge, you're okay!" he yelled, nuzzling into my left side. I let out a slight, laugh. This was the most ticklish spot on my entire body, and now that the pain was gone I was ticklish again.