"How long do you plan on keeping me here!" I yell struggling against my restraints. This has been a sort of routine lately.

I've lost count of time, all I know is that its been days, maybe weeks since I've seen the sun. It's always dark down wherever I am. The only thing lighting the area are candles to set an ominous glow.

I can't deny that I've grown more aggressive ever since the black liquid has been injected into my veins regularly.

They laugh quietly as they move around items on the table. Making me ramble curses as they occupy themselves getting all of the serums ready to inject back into my blood.

I'm not sure what they all do. One stops me from transforming, another makes it so I can't link, but there's others that I can't name.

Then lastly they give me the umbra and let me process the drug alone before coming back later.

"We will keep you as long as we want, girl." Bahee chuckles darkly. "Have you given her your mark?" He then whispers under his breath to Flint. Though my ears perk to his voice.

"Mark?" I ask leaning foreword. "Don't act like I'm not here!"

"Calm my dear," Flint smirks peering over his shoulder before walking to me. He takes my arm gently inserting the different needles, making me growl in annoyance. Sure he's gentle here, but every other time of the day- "When I mentored your mate, we had a game. Every time he refused or disobeyed, I would engrave an X into his collar bone."

"With wolfsbane," I finish for him.

"Ah you know," he claps his hands excitedly walking away from me. "So then you must know I have to do the same for you dear. You've been quite mean lately."

I laugh with no humor before rolling my neck. I'm mean? I'm the mean one? "Go to hell," I spit.

He shakes his head before turning around with an herb between his fingers that are covered in protective gloves.

He smiles walking closer to me. "Don't you dare," I press my back against the chair warning him.

"Oh," he drags a finger down my jaw. "But I do," is all I can hear before my collar bone arises with searing pain. My skin sizzling under the herb.

My screams are defining as he takes his time engraving the perfect shape. "Stop! Stop it!" I yell thrashing in the chair that I have been a prisoner to. Though Bahee is quick to hold my shoulders down keeping me still.

"There," He leans back inspecting his masterpiece. "Perfect," He smirks proudly after a couple more minutes of him making it look the way he wanted.

Once my shoulders are released I feel the sweat drip from my forehead, pants releasing from my lips. It only takes me a second to see the blood streaming from the wound.

I grind my teeth together knowing that it will be bleeding for a while longer. It will heal at the pace of a human.

Great.

"Bastards," I say under my breath looking down to the ground.

Though my head quickly gets whipped to the side with the force of a hand striking my cheek. The sound resonating around me. "I'm sick of that mouth of yours," Bahee fumes in front of me.

I roll my jaw before looking forward once again. "It's not my fault the umbra has made me irritable."

Gasping when a hand clamps down on my neck, he forces me to look up. My eyes wide, I see him holding the vial of black fluid. "You make it sound like you don't want it? Should I poor this dosage out?" He smiles.

My teeth grind together as I glance between his eyes and the drug. My body itches to be relieved with the injection, but my mind knows I shouldn't do it.

I know that I shouldn't do it.

"N-No," I will myself to say.

"No?"

I try to look away, but he squeezes my neck harder pushing it up himself. "Tell me you don't want it!" Bahee yells, putting it right in front my face.

I feel my breaths quicken as my legs start to jitter with anticipation.

"I-I," my words jumble out of my mouth. The way my body craves this drug disgusts me. The way I crave it, makes me sick to my stomach. They did this to me, they turned me into my worst nightmare.

The plant umbra ruined me months ago. Yet this is the one thing I crave nowadays. The only thing I want.

"Give it to me," I say quickly.

He laughs letting me go finally.

I shake my head in disappointment. I should be stronger than this, I should be able to have the will to say no against the one thing that'll ruin me.

Yet here I am, telling them I want it.

"But first-"

"First?" I interrupt.

"I want answers, princess."

My eyebrows scrunch together as I watch him put the fluid into a syringe. He smirks menacingly as he does so.

He walks back over to me needle in hand. I glance to Flint like he will make Bahee stop this interrogation, but he's just picking his nails in the corner. "Those wolves you traded us a while back, are they really on my side? Or are they still against me?"

I blink my eyes looking away for a second to collect myself before looking to Bahee once again. "Y-You can trust them. We haven't spoken to them in ages." I tell him.

I may not be in the right mindset because of the umbra, but I know when to lie.

"You're telling me the truth?" He asks unsure.

"Why would I lie? I just want the umbra," I grind the end of my words between my teeth.

He growls lowly at me. "Fine, I'll get more answers from you once you're not frenzied for this." Grabbing the side of my neck he shoves the needle into my skin letting the warm fluid dance throughout my veins.

"Until then, be a good girl. Enjoy your high."

Once he steps away my head rests back on the chair as I close my eyes to this sensation.

I feel it spreading throughout my whole entire body, slowly yet fast enough for goosebumps to arise into my skin.

"Come on," I whisper softly as I clench my eyes together.

Euphoria takes over my body as vivid images run wild through my head.

Images of Greyson and I.

Memories flash around my head making a smile appear on my lips.

I watch contently as I feel like I'm in these moments again. As I feel the emotions that I felt during these times.

This is the reason I wanted it so bad. This is what I wanted. It triggers hallucinations, and that's why I'm seeing all of this. But it gives me the release I need.

When I'm not alone I'm too busy focused on the torture Bahee and Flint put me through. Though when they leave me alone during these highs, this is the only time I can think about him, that I can think about Greyson.

But the umbra makes my memories to vivid in my head I feel like I'm there instead of here in my cell.

"Willa," my eyes flutter open as my head slowly looks forward. I have to blink a couple of times before I register what's happening. "Willa you need to get out of here."

"G-Greyson," I whisper. He smiles as I watch him cross his arms while leaning against the wall.

"Did you hear me?" He asks calmly while smirking softly.

I shake my head, my eyes wide. "I-I mean I heard you-"

"So get out," He interrupts pushing off the wall to come near me.

"Then help me," I say.

He sighs as he crouches down in front of me. "I can't, I'm not actually here."

I shake my head again, leaning forward. "W-What do you mean? I mean you're here, you're here right now."

"No, little one," he shakes his head. "I'm just your hallucination."

Laughing bitterly I nod my head. Of course he isn't actually here. How could he possibly be here, I'm lost and nobody will come and find me.

My teeth grit together as I sit back in my chair. There's no hope.

One single tear falls down my cheek and that's all that I'm letting fall. This is my fault, I wanted the drug just so I could see him, and I just got more than I bargained for.

"I may not actually be here. But that doesn't mean I love you any less and that I have been searching for you ever since you were taken." He scoots closer to me.

"You're just a figment of my imagination, you're only saying things that I want you to say."

He groans while holding the sides of my chair that I am sat in. "You're so suborn," he laughs lightly. "Just listen to me," I roll my eyes, but I look down to him nevertheless. "During your highs like this, you're stronger. You're strong enough to break through these restraints."

"I haven't eaten in days, how do you think that I have the energy to do that?"

"Willa I know you can break these," Grey shrugs. "Show me."

"I can't," try to convince him. Though he shakes his head at me, giving me a frown.

"Show me," he tells me again.

Looking down to the restraints I tug on them slightly, though they still feel too strong for me to break them. "That's it, now pull harder." He insists.

"Greys-"

"Just do it Willa," he says looking up to me.

Sighing I do what he says and I tug on them again. Though this time I feel it move against my wrists. "That's it,"Grey encourages.

My eyebrows grow together as I continue to tug on them, my force making the chair wobble back and forth. But I can hear the holds on my wrists creaking under my force. Maybe I'm actually doing something.

I stop for a second, taking in a deep breath. When I exhale I pull up with all that's left in me, and when I feel my fists go into the air my eyes go wide.

Panting I look down to my freed wrists all bruised and bloodied.

When I look up to smile to Greyson, he's gone.

My smile only drops for a second before I remember that it wasn't actually him. Though I need to get to the real one as fast as I can, without getting caught.

I bend down undoing the ties around my ankles.

I have a chance of actually escaping now.

Slowly I push off my chair, steadily putting weight on my feet. It's been so long since I've stood.

Though as soon as I get up, my knees give out sending me back against the chair. I have to get up, I have to leave now or there's a chance I'm never getting out of here. They should be back at any time since the high is starting to deplete.

"Come on Willa," I whisper to myself as I try to stand once again.

I wince feeling my toes prick with pain radiating all the way up my legs. Though I just shake my head, letting go of the chair for support before I start to shuffle my legs slowly.

Thank god I'm not in a cell anymore or I wouldn't be able to escape.

All I can see is this room, and a dark hallway leading to somewhere different. The only place to go is down said hallway.

So that's exactly what I do.

I shiver, wrapping my arms around myself as I slowly make my way down the long stone corridor.

Quickly I realize that this is it. There is only this hallway and that room, there's nothing else besides this ladder that leads to what I am assuming the surface.

I glance around one last time making sure I am not missing anything, though seeing that my eyes don't deceive me, I grab onto the cold metal bar of the ladder.

Whimpering, I find it especially hard to hoist myself up.

The energy I have left in me is almost non-existent. But, I have to get out of here. It's not an option to stay, or be caught.

I take a deep breath as I reach the top, raising my hand up to the hatch above. This is it, this is where I make an escape.

Slowly I lift it, peering to the forest that surrounds wherever I am. I see snow is falling from the sky once I open the hatch all the way. Even more snow covers the ground, making it painful as I hoist my body out of the hole and into the cold.

My skin turns red when it makes contact with the snow.

Though I quickly close back the hatch, knowing that If I leave it open that just gives them more time to notice I'm gone.

I take up even more time covering my tracks in the snow, but then I know that they have even less resources to trace back to where I am. I just need to get far enough away so I can make a break for it.

"What do you plan on doing to her now?" I hear a voice making me raise my head in panic. They're close, way to close for my liking.

Was covering my tracks worth the time? I start to doubt myself as I limp slightly towards a tree to hide behind.

I cover my mouth to stop my loud pants from escaping.

Peering past the tree I see the two men walking towards the hatch. "Something that she can't heal from. She would've been so much more fun if she couldn't heal." Flint says sadly.

Though Bahee laughs pulling him away from the door he was just about to pull. "I forgot to tell you didn't I?"

"Tell me what?"

Bahee laughs once more, "I put wolfs bane into her umbra dosage. The umbra masks the pain that the wolfs bane is supposed to bring. She must not even feel the affects of it yet."

"So that means, she can't heal. But soon she will be dead." Flint states confused as I just watch behind the tree, my hand rubbing my neck tenderly.

I'll be dead soon?

"No, I was just going to have my mate heal her and then repeat the process."

I don't stick around to listen to any more.

I have to get back to the territory as fast as I can now. I don't know how long it'll take before I start to get into bad shape, so that means I just need to push harder.

Taking off deeper into the woods, I try to let my nose guide me back. I don't know how far away I am, or if I can make it back before the wolfsbane kills me. But I just have to keep going.

Only a couple minutes or so later of my sprinting, and my body collapses. My chest aching with so much pain, I cough. Only to see red splatter the pure white snow.

It's happening quick, the umbra faded away to let the wolfsbane take its speed spreading and infecting my body.

I will myself to stand again, wiping my mouth quickly of the blood that was dripping from my lips.

Making my body sprint faster than it has before I pant heavily, running blindly, running anywhere. Maybe if I just stumble upon a random pack, someone will be able to help me.

Seeing a little body of frozen water ahead, I run to it.

I see the ice glistening in the clouded sun.

Please tell me this is what I think it is, because I can't smell a thing.

Rubbing my arm across my nose, my skin is stained in red as if it were paint.

Just keep pushing, you're almost there. Please let this be my salvation.

Before I process what's happening my eyes will their way closed, making my feet stumble over each other. This takes my body down into the snow once more.

I was right, this is it.

I'm at the pond.

The snow feels warm against my skin, as I blink my eyes open slowly. Snowflakes falling peacefully all around me as if it blankets my body.

I'm just hoping, someone, anyone can see me laying here. But, at least I know that I made it back. I'm home.

Smiling softly, I'm too weak to move. But with all that I have left I manage to say, "Greyson." Before my vision becomes hazy, fading until it's nothing.