The Mute Wolf

Chapter 19

I don't know how long after Cyan had left that I fell asleep, and when I awoke, I was still dazed and groggy but thankfully less sore.
I pulled myself to my feet and pushed lightly on the door. Nothing. I gave it a kick and slammed my shoulder into it. Nothing. I scanned the small room for any sign of weakness or crack I could potentially slip through. Nothing.
I was stuck within these tiny four walls with no escape and a bunch of men upstairs wanting to keep me here to... Please them. Were they really going to decide who was going to... Impregnate me? That must have been a joke just to scare me. Right? My wolf began wagging her tail at the thought of strong pups, but I soon became nauseous. I laid back down not wanting to give in and roll over; I needed to find a way out. Break free and make a run for it. But in the current state I was in, if I did escape, they would catch up to me in no time at all...

As I felt myself slowly doze, I wondered why it was that they even had this room in the first place. What was it's purpose? Besides keeping me captive of course. Have they done this to other girls? The thought made me shudder.
I then turned my drifting thoughts to what Rex had said earlier. What would they expect me to do after I carry a child? Which wasn't going to happen, over my dead body was it. But was their plan to keep me down here for a further three months? Would they keep the pup here and send me home? Would they keep me here forever? So many thoughts fogged my brain till it hurt to even wonder. I snuggled into my pillow some more and breathed deep. Contrary to my situation, I was feeling rather calm. I guess the drug that Cyan gave me was the answer to that. I still wanted to smash all their faces in with a cactus, though.

Some time later, the sound of raised voices could be heard from somewhere above me. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but there was two of them. Maybe three. What were they arguing about? It better not be who gets to try stick a bun in my oven cause that shit ain't cooking!
An enormous bang of a door bursting open made me jump a foot on the bed; footsteps crashing down the stairs and fumbling with the bolts on my door. Another pair of footsteps followed, quietly and more slowly. What was going on?
My door swung open and a tall, black haired guy stood still in the doorway. His hazel eyes bore down at me and I recognised them instantly. They were the same as Rex's. As the dark haired lad stood with a blank stare across his good looking face, Cyan stood behind him being blocked in the doorway.
"Sweetheart, this is my youngest brother, Cody. Cody, this is Ember. You remember I mentioned him earlier." He smiled in an eerily sweet way over his younger brothers shoulder. I recalled the mention of the name Cyan spoke of earlier, and then remembered he had said Cody was worse than him. I swallowed hard.

Cody remained for a few moments longer, standing as still as he could, taking me all in and barely even blinking. Unlike Cyan and his father, he went for the casual guy look with a T-shirt and ripped jeans. His grey T-shirt clung to his huge biceps with a need and I took a mental note that he could probably lift ten times his own weight. Let alone what he could do to me. I swallowed again. There was something dangerous flickering in his eyes and so far, he made me the most nervous. I didn't want to imagine how he would react if I was in heat at this very moment.
Cody moved forward a step, but Cyan hooked a finger through one of his belt loops and nudged him back.
"Not yet little brother." He told him, but still, Cody didn't flinch. His jeans were tight enough to visibly show the outline of his erection; Cyan noting I was taking a look at his brothers groin and seemed to take pleasure in it.
"Oh he'll be back sweetheart. Once you've rested a little more. You can count on it." Cyan promised, yet it sounded more like a threat.
"I couldn't give a fucking rats ass." I spoke out, wanting to turn my head away and fold my arms dramatically, but I held my gaze upon the two men, just to see if Cyan was still unaffected to my insults and foul mouth. Also to see if tall, dark and silent would even flinch.
"My, she sure does have a filthy mouth." Cody whispered and a flash of something passed through his eyes. Something foul and possibly evil. It unnerved me.
"Just you wait little brother. You've seen nothing yet." Cyan said patting him on the shoulder. Cody began to smirk and his eyes lit up, like he couldn't wait to hear more. Or do more...
"I know exactly what I'm going to do with that filthy mouth of yours. I'm going to wash it out repeatedly. And not with soap..." He spoke softly but deadly, sending a shiver over my entire body.
"And I'm going to stick my boot so far up your asshole you'll be polishing it rather than brushing your teeth!" I snapped back, trying to hold back a smile at his obviously insulted expression. Glad I could affect at least one of these rotten turds. And just for kicks, I decided to add in 'prick' to seal the deal.