Being a Mate: Rejected or Ignored (Part 1)

Makin' my mind up and takin' your breath away

The next time I came to, there was crying, and gun shots ringing in the air. How I managed to miss out on the start of the fighting was beyond me. I heard growls and howls, letting me know that help had arrived. I started fighting against my restraints wanting to join in the fight. I felt helpless. Like I was some human girl needing to be rescued. My hatred fueled my anguished scream. I heard a roar, and then the wall cracked and gave way to the shifter on the other side. It was a true red wolf. The wolf landed on one of the guys who tortured us and ripped his throat out in one movement. He looked at me with fresh blood dripping off of his muzzle. If he wasn’t red already he would have been. He slaughtered many of the shooters. I saw Silver walk in his black leather, and he had his silver swords in hand. Knowing Silver he had several knives on him as well. He had captured two men who were now bound and dragged towards me. He kicked them both hard in the stomach and then cut me down. I wish I could say I was graceful but I was not, being tied up for several days will make you ungraceful. I was laying on my side as he went back to the two men he just kicked. “You see her! That is my leader! She as well as these other girls didn’t deserve what you did to them! Now you will pay, your death will be slow and painful! And each tear I see fall from Asara’s eyes will add to your punishment!” Silver yelled and yanked them around for affect. I saw him draw a blade out of his wrist sheath. He cut each one on their faces three times one for each day I was missing. The fight was cooling down and everyone who had a hand in my torture had been killed except three of them, the two Silver had tied up, and John who kidnapped me, he was missing. It got deadly quiet, and Silver snapped his fingers. Sylvia had brought him his tool kit, which had torture devices in it. He pulled out a flaying knife. He had a smile, that if I didn’t know he was on my side, I would be scared of. His blue eyes sparkled as he walked to the man closest to me, I heard Sylvia giggled as the man started to beg in broken English. Felicia helped me to sit so I could witness their “trial” in an appropriate angle. She let me lean on her and was rocking me side to side. I wanted them to suffer. I wanted to be the one to make them suffer, like I had suffered at their hands. I grinned evilly as I knew that Silver would make them suffer a great deal since we were close. Silver looked at me with gleaming eyes. “Asara, tell me everything that had happened, slowly. Don’t leave anything out.” His voice was cool, void of any emotion. I started from the moment I awoke tied up and ended with waking up to the fight. I left nothing unsaid. My voice was strong and the anger rolled off of me and by the end it was a growl. I ended up shifting into my panther and looked hungrily at the two monsters tied helplessly in front of me. I laid down not taking my grass green cat eyes off of them. I smelled their fear, and tasted it, the flavor was that of meat, and in my eyes they were prey. Silver laughed, “I should let her eat you both, but then where is my fun?” He mocked them. He back handed one his blood poured from his mouth as he struggled to sit back up. Silver kicked him with steel toed boots on. I let out a cry because the blood lust had taken over. I stalked over to Silver who had pet me. I sat down beside him, looking at the fresh meat. I purred as Silver absentmindedly pet my head. He walked to them leaving me sitting there and took the flaying knife and took their scalps off, the screams from them made them sound like women not men. He threw their hair down and asked for his next tool, which was sliver slithers that he placed under each of their fingernails embedding them into their fingers. I let out my panther cry and stalked closer. “Lay them on their backs, it’s my turn.” I told Silver. He grinned laying them on their backs. I walked up to the one that had been backhanded and I licked the blood off his face, making him breath heavily as if the fear alone would kill him. Their stomachs had been bared for me by Silver and I ate them alive. Their screams and cries fell on deaf ears. Their dying sounds pleased me. I had my revengeon them. My blood soaked white fur was my titillation for the pain I endured. And it was fucking sweet.