Want to escape
RENEE'S POV
My eyes started to open for the third time since I was captured. Whatever it was that they gave me seemed to last a while, at least the first time it wore off I was no longer in the car. I was now taken to a small room which was darker, and it smelled musty, almost like it was infested with mold or mildew.
No one has been here, ever since I woke up. It have just been me alone chained up to a metal chair. My head hurt and my mind was still fuzzy. I was just waiting for everything they are going to do to me.
I didn't even recall what they did to me while I was with them in the car but something else knocked me out again after that, and the second time I woke up, I was in this room.
The overwhelming smell in the made me gag at first, overwhelming my senses. The air seemed moist and slightly chilled.
I was so tired of this place.
I hadn't seen a single person since I'd been taken by the two men. I had no idea if it was just those men, or if there were others.
Whatever it was, thw drug they injected in my body was making me sleep again
Before I could think about anything, sleep quickly took me.
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Now, the second time when I woke up I was in the same room, still where I was last time, only now I heard a door opening behind me. I heard the feet against the tiled floor, the tile floor that chilled my bare feet.
A man stepped around directly in front of me looking down. I wasn't sure if it was one of them men from the car or not because I hadn't gotten a good enough look at them. The musty scent covering up everything else in the dark room disabling my sense of smell. I didn't know if he was human or not, but my guess was that he was.
However, the look in his eyes made me believe he knew what I was too.
A wad of fabric at his side caught my attention and I felt panic spike up in me. What was he going to do with that? Was it to harm me? Suffocate me? What?
I almost let out a small chuckle when I realized all they would really have to do to suffocate me would be to leave me awake and alone in this room. It felt like the air was full of water and that smell, I was sure I would suffocate if left alone in it.
"Where am I?" I asked, my voice gravelly from lack of use.
"Doesn't matter. You won't be here much longer." He retorted and when I heard the voice, I recalled it. It was Richard, one of the men who caught me.
"Here as in this room, here as in this location, or here as in alive?" I didn't know what the hell was happening to me but I nearly spat at him.
"I guess you'll have to wait and find out won't you?" His eyes sparkled like he was enjoying this.
"I don't know what you have in mind. But it's not like your going to get some sort of ransome from me or something or the pack I ran from."
I didn't know if he knew what I was, or who I was to a certain other person, but what I said was true. If they asked for some sort of money for me because they knew I was the mate to an Alpha, well they were seriouslly delusional.
We were a well off pack, but we weren't rich, and my father didn't have the money to just throw around to get his unwanted daughter back. It didn't matter who I was to anyone, even if I was the mate to the Alpha. No one loved me.
I pushed the thought to the side. No one ever said that was what they wanted, and the man answered as much.
"We run after you for money," he said with another grin.
"Except for the fact that I'm a rogue, why are you still keeping me alive?" There were so many questions flowing in my mind and I also wanted to remove that damned smirk off his face. My animalistic urges were coming to the surface. If I could just shift into my wolf I would tear him to shreds, rip out is throat and bathe in his blood.
I could amost see the view in my mind right then and it brought my own sadistic smile to my face.
The man ignored my smile and held the fabric he'd had at his side out in front of him and it unfloded, the material turning into an extremely large shirt.
"You're going to change into this, that jacket is needed."
I raised a brow at him. He wanted me to change into a ratty oversized shirt. I think I would prefer keeping what I had on, but when I opened my mouth he spoke up again, guessing what I had to say.
"It will make this whole thing easier," he said. "You will be wearing it one way or another. Either you strip and put this on yourself, or I'll just have to do it for you."
I swallowed hard at his words, and I really didn't want to know what that meant. I mentally calculated my chances of getting out of here. If I was going to put that on myself, I would have to be unchained. I could possibly ask for him to turn his back for decency, but that would mean that he was decent.
To me I wasn't quite sure of yet.
If I could get him to turn his back though, then there was a chance I could make a run for the door. Assuming there was no one on the other side to keep watch.
The odds were against me, but I had to try.
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