Help me save my balls? (Sterek)

Chapter 13

Stiles' POV

After wallowing in self pity and misery for a bit, I decide to investigate this place properly. I create a mental list of what I know:

•The door is the only current exit and is definitely blocked by something on the outside.

•The ceiling is dirt supported by some wooden beams. They're weak, but trying to get through could cause the whole place to collapse, so should only be a last resort.

•The walls sound hollow, possibly leading to more rooms that seem to not be connected to this room in any visible way.

•There's blood EVERYWHERE.

After realising escape on my own is almost impossible, I resort to shouting out in case there's anyone nearby, or Derek is within wolf hearing range. He may not actively seek me out, but maybe if he heard me he'd care enough to come. I take a deep breath and get as close to the cracks in the door as I can.

"HELP! IS ANYONE THERE? HELP!" I shout. My voice barely carries and is lost in the woods before it can do any good. I hear no reply and the woods are as silent as always. I wait a few minutes then try again.

"HELP! ANYON-" I'm cut off as Sas appears out of nowhere. She is standing just above the door, looking down at my with a disappointed look on her face.

"Tsk tsk Stiles! I would have thought you would know not to make to much noise."

"Bitch! Why am I trapped in here? Let me out!" I demand and she just laughs lightly. It's more like a cackle really.

"Now, Stiles, I'm afraid I can't do that. You and your 'boyfriend' have stolen too much from me."

"I get Derek stole your stupid necklace, what have I done? We used to be friends!" I shout at her.

"Why, of course, you stole Derek!" She says like the messed up creep she is.

"What are you talking about? Me and Derek are just pretending for a weekend! He practically hates me!"

"Now Stiles, that's not true, is it?" I look at her in confusion. She knows it was just an act! "He cares about you much more than you know. He's practically smitten. Why do you think I'm using you as blackmail?" What shit is she making up now? My shocked and disbelieving expression allows her to continue. "You really don't know?"

She makes a surprised huff then looks down at me with a gruesome expression. Not in that she is making an unhappy face. Gruesome in the fact that she is lit up with a malicious glee. It's the most disturbing thing I've ever seen. And I've seen the inside of someone's stomach hanging out of them like baggy clothing. "Poor little Stiles. Right now, your dashing prince is probably fighting my dear hunting friend on a false trail of your clothes. Dear old Ma put up quite a fight when she found him taking them from your room. You remember Charles, the one with a scar right down here?" She says, drawing a line down his face. "If I recall correctly, that little mark is the reason he particularly hates the entire werewolf race. He'll enjoy torturing him quite a lot."

"No!" I shout. "Shut up! Just let me go!"

"Not until I get my 'stupid necklace'" she says violently. She is seriously fucked up. "You see Stiles, I've experienced the power now, and I want it back. Humans are just so pathetic."

"Well Derek will kill your pathetic human ass before he gives it to you."

"He couldn't do it before, what makes you think he can do it now?" She hisses. I'm obviously staring to get on her nerves.

"A lot of things have happens since then." Her ugly scowl slowly transforms into an even more disgusting smirk.

"Oh... I see! You're jealous he feels that he couldn't kill me, because he loves me too much."

"What? No of course not!"

"Want me to tell you some of the things we got up to that you never will?"

"No! Shut up! Just shut up!"

"See, we'd spend all day going at it like wild animals, just because we could. I got to touch all the places you never will, lick, taste, kiss, feel, grind against."

"I've sewn his stomach back in, replaced countless bones and almost cut off his arm. I think I've felt plenty thank you very much." I say. I hate the thought of her and him, but I can't let it show. It shouldn't be allowed to feel jealous over something that isn't even yours. "But he hates you now. He despises you, you disgust him." I spit at her. "He left you, stole from you and abandoned you. You're nothing to him any more. I may not be too, but it doesn't seem like that bothers me as much as does you." She looks at me in anger.

It's working! I keep going. "He hates the way you look now too. The hair, the excessive makeup, the ridiculous clothing. You repel him, and the fact you don't even know it makes it even worse." She's practically red with rage now. "You just don't understand. He. Hates. You." I say completely calm and factual.

That's it for Sas. She stamps her foot, moves what looks like a bar of wood blocking the door and slams open the door. It worked.

Now is my chance to escape!

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Ohh! Shit just got real! I'm getting back into writing this and it's all so dramatic. I kinda wanted to make it so that Stiles is awesome and doesn't need Derek to rush to his rescue, but we don't know if that's quite going to work out yet, do we? Thanks for reading, and all that shizz, I'm eternally grateful for sticking with it!