Blinking. Eyes sensitive from the previous turn of events. Body achy from the chemicals that was inhaled into my body.

I sit up abruptly, panting.

I notice I'm laying on a concrete ground with bars encircling me in a little cage.

The pungent smell of death and rotting flesh, hits me as I inhale a breath.

Where the hell am I?

I try to stand, but as I lift up off the ground my legs wobble and I get sent right back to the concrete.

I need to get out of here, I need to leave.

I look around for any source of escape, but as I search I find nothing. No windows just dim lights hanging above each cell. Iron bars far enough apart to where no person would be able to squeeze through.

I can't escape.

"Well well, looks like you're finally awake," I hear a deep voice boom to the left of me.

Quickly I scramble to the opposite side of the cell, my breath quickly becoming rapid in horror. I see a tall man with light brown hair, his body is built and buff. If I ever had to get away from him I wouldn't be able to.

He walks towards my cage letting the light hit his dark brown eyes that almost come out as black. What does he want with me? Why did he take me? I did absolutely nothing. I ran to get away from the reality that was slowly swallowing my life.

"You're a quiet one aren't you?" He asks while a smirk pulls onto his face. In response I tuck my knees to myself pulling them closer to me. I can't find myself to say anything to him, fear would take over me and I wouldn't be able to finish my sentence. "Don't worry, I'll get you screaming in an instant," he states swinging the cell door open.

Scream? Why would I scream? What is he going to do with me?

My breathing intensifies as he stalks over to me. I try to push myself further back, but the bars stop me from doing so.

In an instant he grabs my forearm harshly pulling me. His grip so strong I can feel the bruise forming, shit I can almost feel my bone breaking. Bruise is an understatement.

He drags me down a hall and into another room. The room is dark and musty with stones for walls and a swinging light bulb. It reeks of mold and yet again death.

And sitting in the middle of it is a big metallic chair and guess who gets pushed into it? Bingo, me and might I add not gentle either.

Quickly my hands and feet are cuffed to the the chair by the buff guy standing smugly in front of me.

I huff a piece of my long hair out of my eye and glare up to him. No longer am I scared, more furious if you could put it.

I don't know what's gotten into me, but I don't fear him, I despise him. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way sweetheart," he blandly states. I almost roll my eyes at the stereotypical thing to say, "Just tell me what you're doing in this territory." He crosses his arms over his chest quizzically.

Territory? I make a confused face. What the hell does he mean by territory.

He sighs, "Humans don't wander into this territory, ever. It's too far out for anyone to just stumble upon it. So why are you here?" He takes a step towards me.

And what the hell does he mean by "humans?" Isn't he one too? "I-I don't know wh-" I'm interrupted with a hard force connecting with the side of my face.

He slapped me.

Blood starts pooling in my mouth as I slump to the side trying to recover from his hit.

He had so much force with that one slap it felt like a full fledged punch.

I spit the blood beside me on the floor as I roll my jaw in pain. Huffing out a breath I look up to him, glaring daggers in his direction. I've been abused before bud, you're going to have to try harder. My mind speaks up, and as if he heard me, he hits me again. I didn't know it could be possible, but it was harder. "Don't you fucking dare look at me like that again," he growls out clenching and unclenching his fists by his side.

Yeah, that terrified feeling has come back. Here's a reminder Willa, always be terrified never livid.

"I told you that we could do this the easy way or hard way. Now fucking tell me why you're in our territory!" He yells in my face, and lookey there, here comes the waterworks.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I tell him quickly trying to avoid getting hit again. "Please let me go," I plead, sobbing in the chair.

He shakes his head at me as he turns around to a switch upon the wall. "I'm going to get it out of you sometime." Then he flicks the switch.

Suddenly waves of electricity pumps into the metallic chair sending shocks into my body. Every muscle in my body tenses, every hair stands on end with the voltage. A blood curdling scream leaves my mouth as I constrict with pain. I scream and scream even though my throats feels as if it's on fire.

I've never endured this much pain. I've only experience slaps, punches, burns, cuts, but never bolts of electricity being pumped into my body.

After what feels like hours he shuts off the device.

I slump in my seat hanging my head low as pants of breaths exit my lips and a constant river of sweat occasionally drops onto the floor.

I barely have time to recuperate from the electricity before another slap is planted on my cheek. This time he successfully slits my cheekbone with his passing nail, and yet again my mouth pools with blood.

Instead of spitting it out fiercely like the time before, I simply let it drip out of my opened mouth not finding the effort.

"Like I said before, why the hell are you on our fucking territory!" He screams again at me, but I don't even take the effort to tell him I have no idea what he's talking about.

My hair messily covers my face hiding my tear ridden and bloodied face from the monster before me. What did I ever do to deserve this miserable life?

His footsteps turn and walk further away from me and before I know it, I'm in immense pain once again.

I scream again, and then again, and then again as the rounds of electricity don't stop the longer I don't respond. I don't see the need to respond when he doesn't believe my truth.

I slump in my seat after another round of shocks. I'm sure my face is covered in bruises and cuts, as a thick layer of sweat resides on the surface of my skin. Slowly my energy is depleting and I'm shifting more and more to a never ending sleep of death.

"She's not talking Alpha," the man I've grown to hate says suddenly. I guess I didn't hear the door open over my constant panting.

Wait Alpha? What the fuck does that mean?

Another voice grumbles and walks towards me. I refuse to look up, I refuse to look my nightmare in the eye. I don't want that to be the last thing I see before I die.

"Tell me girl, why did you and your worthless self waltz into my territory," an unfamiliar voice booms just before me.

I keep my head down as my eyes begin to close. This is it, this is where my life will be ending. I always thought that it might be at the hand of my stepfather, but no it's of some other guys who also hurt me in torturous ways. Let me tell you that my life has been great. Hint the sarcasm.

Suddenly my chin is gripped tightly in a big hand. He forces my head up against my will. No! No I don't want to look at him, I don't want to see his monstrous face. But yet again he's way stronger than I am.

So with the last bit of life I had hiding in me I fiercely look into deep blue eyes. Immediately the man's expression changed from a livid, stoic expression to a surprised and soft one. "Mate," I hear him whisper.

I was about to question him but I had no energy to do so. My head falls heavily onto the man's hand as my eyes close. I had no energy to keep them open anymore.

"Jared! Quickly get the Pack Doctor!" I hear the man in front of me yell as the cold clasps around my limbs grew nonexistent. Suddenly I grow warm against a buff body as I'm hoisted into the man's arms. But then I couldn't take it anymore, I couldn't fight anymore. So I gave into the darkness creeping over me, giving into the never ending rest.