The Alpha & His Nerd

Chapter 12: Damian

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Chapter 12: Damian

Yuuki’s POV

I groaned as a burning pain shot though my wrists, I was bound by chains which were attached to a grey concrete wall. My eyes darted from side to side rapidly; I was in a large dull room with a bolted rusty door on the opposite side and a limited window that just about made the unsightly room visible. My head felt light and drowsy; even if I tried to move, my weakened body would fall back into place on the stale and mouldy mattress.

I must’ve been drugged.

“Damn it…” I whispered as I realised Chase was right, I shouldn’t have left the house. I was an idiot. Now, because of wise old me, I was going to die. 

The grimy cemented floor quivered.

I shoved myself against the wall behind me, pulling my knees into my chest. My chained wrists cried in agony as I tightened my grip around my knees. My breaths grew heavier with each burdensome footstep they took until it reached the door. The sound of the door bolts being unlocked caused my breathing to stop completely. Swinging the door open lazily, a big silhouette covered the enticing light I longed to return to. 

Freedom.

“Hey there sweetheart.” he said in a gruff voice as he slowly closed the gap between us, towering over my minuscule body at the edge of the mattress. He seemed like he was in his early twenties; his chestnut hair covered his blazing blue eyes, his lips sculptured into a grin. He wore a dirty white t-shirt with it’s arms ripped off evenly and ragged black jeans. “How’re you feeling?” he asked in a thick Texan accent. 

I clenched my eyes shut, hoping I would wake up from this terrible nightmare. 

“Aw, sweetheart, I don’t bite.” He said, unravelling my tough grasp around my knees and lifting my chin up to meet his eyes “Unless you want me too.” 

I shook my head ferociously, tearing myself away from him. “Feisty yet innocent, I like it.” he said huskily. Stroking my cheek, he pulled me into his chest, burying his nose into my neck. “You smell good too.”

“Don’t touch me!” I screamed, beating his chest with my bound wrists.

He chuckled then let go, standing up straight. “And here I was thinking you were a mute.”

I gasped, he’d only done that to see if I could talk. What a mother fu-

Screech! The perverted male had carried in a stool from outside the room and placed it noisily in front of me.

“What’s your name sweetheart?” He asked getting comfortable on his seat

“Sweetheart, by the looks of it.” I mumbled thinking out loud. 

He snickered, resting his chin on his hand. “Really, what is your name? I’m just dying to hear what a cute little girl like you is called?” he said curiously, winking at me.