Fated

Chapter 11

(Thomas)

2 days, 2 aching days he had been here. Stuck in this damn cage while they experimented on him. His wolf howled for their pack, for their mate but nothing would come of it. It was as if all the ties had been broken. Some of the things they tried had no effect, it just felt a little weird, but most of the things felt like they had set his insides on fire. He tried to hold in his yells so the sick bastards wouldn’t get their thrills, but sometimes it didn’t work. His wolf would just get pissed and he’d try to shift, which would only cause them more pain. It was frustrating, really, to go through the same thing everyday and not be able to do a damn thing about it. He clenched his teeth as the shot they gave him too effect. They had given it to him maybe five hours earlier, and he had fought, but yet it had been affecting him since then. It burned his insides, making his wolf howl over and over in pain, but he wasn’t able to do anything about it.

“It burns a bit don’t it?” The male asked, Thomas hadn’t even bothered trying to know his name. What was the use if he was just going to die as soon as Thomas got out of these restrictions.  Thomas gave a wordless snarl and clenched his eyes closed. The pain was making his vision blurry and his head spin, but he refused to let these sick sons of bitches know it.

“I dunno why you’re trying to be all brave. I hope it ain’t for the ladies, none of them do the whole animal sex thing.” He said then laughed at his own joke. He had a choking laugh, one that gave Thomas the sound affects to his fantasy. The fantasy where he choked the male out then clawed and bit at him until he was in a bloody pulp. His thoughts had gone so dark lately.

“Well, you never know. The picking is slim, and people tend to adapt.” He remarked back, sneering, earning him a punch in the face. He had gotten used to their abuse though, so he spit out the blood and smirked at the man.

“Ooh, losing your touch there.” He teased, earning him another punch.

“Mack! What have I told you about hitting him?!” The crazy pyscho bitch shrieked and that made Thomas wince. Everybody else could torture him, anything else would be better than hearing this bitch yell. Mack just shrugged and stepped back..

“Yer boyfriend asked for it.” He said standing to his full height, making his beer bully poke out from his black shirt.

“And you need to ask for the salad dishes.” Thomas replied back, making the male glare at him.

“Why isn’t your pack coming?” Kelly asked, before the male could say something back.

“They probably don’t know I’m here, I’m not normally very active in the pack.” He was wondering the exact same thing, but he had told himself what he said was truth.

“Well, it’s no fun if your pack doesn’t join.” She pouted, stepping in to the cage. He had never seen the day when she just didn’t wear leather. Other than the times when they were having sex and he’d seen her completely naked. She was nothing at all like Molly. His Molly, the one his wolf so blatantly rejected. Repeatedly. She was bony, whereas Molly was curved and luscious. She was so fragile, whereas Molly, his Molly, demanded he be rough. The more he thought of her, the more his wolf got angry. If it wasn’t for these damn silver cuffs blocking him from shifting his claws would’ve extended. That and whatever they gave him earlier stopped his wolf from surfacing.

“What the hell does my pack have to do with this, you said you just wanted me.” He said, getting tense and agitated. He had to relax though, to keep his wrists from rubbing against from the silver cuffs.

“Tsk, tsk. Did you really think we were just going to leave your pack alone?” She asked in a patronizing tone that made him want to strangle her.