Chapter 363
What the hell does he mean ‘bear his children?’ I’m not mating with this psycho. And unconscious,
why do I have to be unconscious? It’s all I can think before people are on me again. I am punching
and kicking everything I can, with no idea who or what I am making contact with. My heart is racing
along with my mind. All I can see is limbs grabbing for me. I have to get out of this, but I have no
idea how that is going to happen. I am grossly outnumbered so not even my skills are going to get
me out of this. I need help and according to Mike no one is coming, because I am cut off from
everyone. He is a step ahead again.
I finally feel a blow to the back of my head that makes my vision blurry for a moment. I grunt and
moan as I fall forward and catch myself on my hands and knees amongst bare feet surrounding me.
Then I feel a sharp pinch to the back of my neck, but I can’t scream or pull away. I am so dizzy and
tired. I just want to take a nap and pretend like this sh*tshow never happened. I feel the energy
drain from my body, like it’s leaking out and the last thing I remember is Robbie’s sad eyes looking
at me before mine close.
Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.
I could go the rest of my life and never wake up to that sound again. “Urgg” I breathe out sitting up
to my knees. My chest hurts, but I can’t tell if it’s bruised or if it’s broken ribs. I moved to rub the hair
out of my face and found that each of my hands is cuffed in a metal shackle. I raise my right arm to
the full height allowed and follow the chain to a bolt in the floor a few feet behind me. I notice the
chains going to my feet too. So I am bolted to the floor, interesting. This is either standard operating
procedure or they think I am a risk. I’ll have to talk to someone before I can decide if my ego gets
the boost or not.
I did realize pretty quickly that my eyes don’t open all the way right now and I am slow to move and
think. This is all too familiar for me, but I can’t decide if it pisses me off or if it scares me more. The
room, or I guess dungeon basement is probably more appropriate, is stone from what I can gather
and the cold musty air lets me know I am underground. There is a single bare bulb in the corner
farthest from me and it is the only light source here. There is a table and chair near the light, so it’s
obviously not meant for me. There is no other furniture here. The only thing I notice is more chains
leading to a lump of clothes or blankets about ten feet from me. So there either is or was another
person here. I’m not sure how I feel about either situation.
I hear footsteps and then keys jingling before the lock disengages with an echo in the room. THe
door creaks open like a bad horror movie and I half expect Igor to walk through saying ‘yes, master.’
It’s less interesting than that though. It’s one of the guys I recognize from the runs, but I don’t
remember his name. He never really talked to me, so it didn’t matter.
“Good, you’re finally up. I was getting tired of having to feed you through an IV and getting beat for
taking so long. Micheal is not a patient Alpha.” I’m not sure if he’s talking to me or at me.
“Let him know that setting his whole pack to beat on one person is excessive and causes excessive
damage that needs time to heal without a wolf to help. As an Alpha, he should be smart enough to
know that, but his Alpha status is questionable at best, so that might be it too.” Yep, I’m trying to get
myself killed and I can’t seem to stop my mouth from running. “What is the food laced with, just so I
know what to expect? I can smell that it’s off from here. You guys need to get better at this prisoner
thing.”