The Hell-hound's Mate

3. The Rescue

*Jordan*

It's been ten months since Stiles went missing. Ten and I look like crap. Dying slowly is an understatement. It's painful. Everyone gave up because we were getting no where. I didn't stop. I couldn't. He's my mate and I will do anything for him. Hell, I'm dying for him now. I called for leave from the station about a week ago. I had gotten a cal from a friend of mine in the LA police force. He said that there has been some noise complaint calls over the past two weeks claiming they heard a child screaming. He wants me to go undercover because it could be Stiles. I took the lead and right now I'm waiting on the porch of some run down house. I'm wearing a tight long sleeve white shirt and some blue jeans with sneakers. I also have a back pack on my back just in case it is Stiles so he'll have clothes. Well they're mine but that's besides the point. I knocked on the door and a man opened it. 

"Ahh you're the young fellow who called about a submissive, am I correct."
"Yes, that would be me." though I have no idea what he is talking about. 

"If you'd like to try him out before you take him home to know that I am not lying, by all means go ahead. Free of charge." gesturing to the door at the end of the hall. 

"Gladly." I replied opening the door and walking down into a basement. The man shut the door behind me and stayed on the top level luckily. As I hit the bottom step I saw Stiles. My heart leaped for joy and broke at the same time. He was naked, chained up and covered in marks and scars. My hell-hound growled and I texted my friend who had squad cars down the street that Stiles was in fact here. They are going to arrest this guy. I walked over to Stiles and he flinched. I went behind him and unhooked the chain before removing the collar and untying his hands. He kept his gaze down. I crouched down in front of him and took off the backpack.

"What are you doing? D-Daddy keeps his toys on d-display." He whispered. My heart broke more. This isn't Stiles. Suddenly his body tensed and he said, "P-Please punish me. I spoke without being told. I broke D-Daddy's rule number 2." He whimpered. 

"Stiles, I have clothes for you. I'm taking you home to Beacon Hills. Everyone misses you." 

"Jay?" That's new. I didn't know he called me that. 

"Yes, Stiles." I said slipping the sweatpants up his skinny legs. He lost a lot of weight. Stiles had a tight grip on my shoulders to keep balance. 

"What about D-Daddy?" He said in a small voice. 

"He's getting arrested." Stiles only nodded. 

"Arms up." I said and he did so I could put the hoodie on him. Once situated I stoop up and was about to help him to his feet but he made grabby hands at me. This was definitely not Stiles. He's broken. I picked him up and he wrapped himself around me placing his face in my neck. My hell-hound was content. I felt slightly better holding my mate in my arms. 

"Where's the Sheriff?" 

"You mean your father?" 
"You said D-Daddy getting arrested." 

The bastard actually broke him. 
"Yes. The Sheriff is at your house." 

"What about Scotty and the others?"

"In Beacon Hills."

"Why aren't they with you?" 

"Because they lost hope in finding you alive." 

"And you didn't?"

"I knew you weren't." 
"Why?"

"Because you're my mate." 

"Really?" He said looking at me in aw. He is acting like a toddler. I looked at his face and smiled, "Really." he giggled and buried his face back in my neck. We got out of the basement and the house was clear. Walking outside the man who took Stiles was in the cop car and Stiles let out a whimper, "D-Daddy."

"He can't hurt you anymore." He nodded against my neck and I walked over to my friend. 

"That's the Stilinski boy?"

"Yeah. That guy did stuff to him but I don't know what." 

"D-Daddy trained me."Stiles muttered. 

"Trained?" my friend asked but Stiles only starred at him. 

"As a submissive. That guy was using him for sex and going to sell him." I said trying to remember the conversation we had. My friend tensed and said, "Get him home and checked out to make sure he is okay." 

"I will." I said. He nodded and walked away as I walked to my car. I opened the passenger seat and set Stiles down. He hated it. 

"Stiles, bud. I gotta drive. You can hold my hand okay?" His eyes watered as he looked up at me and huffed, but nodded. I buckled him up and shut his door before climbing in the driver's side. Once I started the gar and got situated, Stiles immediately grabbed my hand in a death grip. 

"You okay?" 

"D-Don't like cars." 

"Why?" I asked as I began our trip home. 

"When bad sometimes as punishment D-Daddy would d-do stuff to me and leave me in the trunk for a few d-days." 

"Well I won't do that." 

"Good. Also you d-don't go?"

"Of coarse not." 

"Yay Jay." He giggled. I smiled and continued the drive home with some small talk.