Save Me, Alpha

Chapter 1: Captured

I've never liked the feeling of someone staring at you. The heavy, unending feeling. It makes me tense, like every move I make could be the wrong one. That's what I feel right now as I'm working.
I try and focus on waiting the tables that are in my section, but the feeling doesn't faulter. I look over my shoulder and scan the room. I don't see anyone that stands out, so I continue on with my work.
I carry the dirty dishes to the counter, "Sam, these need to be cleaned." "Alright, I'm on it," he replies, taking them from me. I turn to go back to work, but run into a hard chest. "Hey, watch where you're going," I snap, rubbing my sore forehead. "Ms. Ryder, you'll have to come with me," the man states, unfazed that I just ran into him. "What? Why? Are you the police or something? I can assure you officer, I did nothing wrong," I tell him, convinced he's part of the police force.
"Come with me and I'll explain everything," the mysterious man orders. "I'll have to tell them I'm leaving, I can't just-" my words are stopped when a needle pressed into my arm. I pull it out, wincing, and weakness floods me, "hey, what did you put in this thing?" Before I receive my answer, darkness consumes my senses.

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I wake up, startled. Looking around at my surroundings, I become even more afraid. I was in a cell, why am I in a prison? I try to move towards the metal bars to get a better look at my surroundings, but something holds me back. I look and see a rope tied securely around my wrists, hanging from the ceiling.
It never fails, I'm always getting myself into trouble. This circumstance, though, is by far the worst yet. I hear the jingling of keys, and crane my neck to see who could be coming in.
"Who are you and why am I here?" I ask them. The man chuckles, "like you don't know." "I don't know, please explain," I answer honestly. That earns me a slap in the face. The contact made my cheek burn, and tears come into my eyes. "Please, I don't understand what's going on," I tell him. "Lying only makes it worse, kid," he threatens. "I'm not lying," I exclaim. "You're lying, and when the alpha gets back, he will deal with you. Until then, we will try and force the information out of you," he growls, literally. Does he think he's a dog or something?
I feel the tension of the rope around my wrists disappear, and I fall to the concrete ground, scraping my knees. "Get up, mutt," he spits, yanking my hair to pick me up. "Mutt? I'm not a dog, idiot," I spit. 'Bad move, Ky.' I feel the impact of a punch on my jaw, and fall to my side on the floor, clutching my face. "Insult me again, mutt, and you'll get worse than that," he snaps. I don't want to, but I nod. He yanks me up by the rope on my wrists, and pulls me down a corridor.
He slams open a door, revealing an empty room with just a chair, a cart next to it. "Wh-what are you going to do to me?" I stutter. I hear him chuckle evily behind me, "oh, it'll be fun-for us." He shoves me into the chair and ties my wrists and ankles, making me unable to move.
He picks up a knife and twirls it in his fingers, "give us the information, and we'll let you go." "I don't know what you're talking about! I don't have information to give you! I know nothing! Please, if you let me go, I won't tell anyone what has happened. Please, let me go!" I yell, pleading with him. "You lie!" He exclaims. "And you will be punished for it!"
He presses the knife to my upper arm and slides it across. I scream as it pierces my skin, feeling the blood run down my arm. "Such a pretty face, it would be a shame to ruin it," he states coldly, running the tip of the blade along my features, but not cutting them. I whimper, "p-please." "Information, then you'll be set free," he bribes. "I'm telling you I don't-" I'm cut off by the blade digging into the skin of my forehead. I scream in pain, tears mixed with blood, streaming down my face. When will I wake up from this nightmare?