Chapter 83 - On the run

**Hopes pov**

After taking off my wristbands, Mercedes locks my arms with her handcuffs behind my back. She then hands the remote to one of the men to take me to the shower.
“Only in case of emergency, have in mind that water amplifies the shock.” She tells them and leave the room. For a few seconds we just stand there and look at each other, a discomfort spreading through my body. One of the men winks at me as his hand goes to his hip where a baton hangs. He strokes it up and down a few times before speaking.
“Now be an obedient little bitch, or there are worse ways to punish you than electric shocks.” He smirks at me and I can almost feel him praying for me to act out, but I just nod and keep my eyes on the floor..like an obedient little bitch.
We leave my room, the silent guard walks in front of me while the one who warned me, walks behind. I can feel his gaze wandering over my body. Both his breathing and heartbeat become faster, a human would never notice it, but I hear them loud and clear. He is excited, aroused. I can only hope that they got information about who I am and that he doesn’t dare to do anything.
After a few turns we arrive at the shower room. I cant help but wonder how we are going to do this. They need to take the cuffs off so I can undress and wash..but they don’t.
“You are not staying here while I shower!” I try to sound tough and determined but they just grin at me.
“Don’t you think we’ve seen a naked dog before?”Says the guard who has been silent until now as he pulls a large hunting knife from the scabbard on his belt.
He comes towards me and I back up, but finally, a wall stops me. He grins and shows that he is missing a couple of teeth. The rest are white and straight so it’s probably not due to mismanagement but rather something that is more natural to him..violence.
He grabs the bottom of my shirt and slides the knife under it, the cold metal caressing my stomach before he begins to cut the fabric with a nimble movement. I must say that it is noticeable that he has worked with a knife before, in a couple of seconds he has converted all the fabric into strips around my feet..not even the cuffs at my wrists gave him a problem.
The next thing to go was my bra. His eyes lingered at my breasts for a few seconds and just as I thought he was done he grabs my left breast and pinches my nipple so hard I scream.
“What the fuck, let go of me!” I growl. He lets me go, but not of kindness. The same hand that took my breast now gave me a backhand across the face. He then grab my collar and slams me against the wall.
“Shut the fuck up, I get shaky when I’m angry..you don’t want me angry.” He says as he slides the knife inside the waist of my pants and panties. *“Luna..what can we do?..they are going to destroy me..rape me..please girl, tell me what do do!”* Panic rises within me as I feel the fabric being ripped from my lower body.
As I stand completely naked, the man takes a few steps back to his waiting companion. In a hasty movement, he hits a button on the wall and a hard jet of cold water hits me from the nozzle on the ceiling. When I am all soaked the man hits the button again and the water stops. He crosses his arms across his chest and narrow his eyes at me.
“ I had a baby sister once..same color on her hair as you have..brown eyes thou. I was so looking forward to see her when I came home from a tour overseas. My parents told me she was playing in the woods, so I thought I was going to surprise her..I was the one who got surprised..You see, I found her.. The police called it a wild animal attack..but I didn’t buy that shit..sure, I saw some wolf paw prints..and I also saw boot prints..and we don’t have regular wolves where I come from..You, who should know..tell me, what threat is a twelve year old little girl to big werewolves? What threat does she pose that she must be stopped with such brutal violence?”
I can see the memory makes him angry..a red shade takes over his normal color and he clenches his teeth together as he speaks. The other man interrupts him by patting him on the shoulder and taking a step past him in my direction. He fishes a bottle of shower cream out of the pocket of his baggy army pants and grins at me.
The panic in me is now so high that I start to feel dizzy..I hear in the distance how the lid of the bottle is snapped open, I feel the warm cream being circled over my cold skin. A chuckle leaves the man as the bottle leaves his hand and falls to the floor. At the same time as he starts soaping me with one hand, he takes the baton off his belt with the other.
He lets it dangle in his hand while I can feel his rough palm painting circles in the foam on my body. His breathing becomes ragged and shaky and he licks his lips repeatedly. He soaps my breasts extra carefully, several times, and he let his baton slide up and down on the inside of my thigh, every time a little higher, he chuckles again before he grabs my arm and turns me around.
“Oh..look at that ass!..Yeez..the things I want to do with that ass.” He says and slaps me hard on the butt. Luna had enough, she let her claws out and I take a step back, pushing my back against the mans chest, I can feel his hard on against my cuffed hands so I grab it, my claws tearing thru the fabric and in to his hard flesh. At first there is only silence, as he is to surprised or confused to realize what is happening, I know the damage I have done is beyond repair so I try to think fast but I am interrupted by his loud scream of pain.
He falls to his knees grabbing him self, he finally understands and he tries to stop the blood, but there is no use, it flows out of him like juice from a bottle. I turn and see the other man comes at me fast, so I kick him, the claws on my toes is tearing the fabric, skin and flesh on his thigh, he stops in his steps, as surprised as the first one, so I kick again, and again and again until I start to slip in the sticky blood on the floor.
I crouch down next to the now unconscious men, not being able to see what I’m doing with my hands behind my back I try to reach the pocket that the first man has the remote control in. It takes a few minutes but I finally get it.
I step over them onto a surface without blood and carefully drop it on the floor. I look at all the different buttons and finally see one marked with an open lock. With one toe, I gently push once and feel the handcuffs around my wrists loosen and fall off. I push once more and my collar opens with a click. I tear it off and throw it against the wall.
I turn the water back on and quickly rinse off the soap and blood before walking over to the small pile of folded clothes on a bench. I also find a towel. When I’m dry and dressed, I search through the men’s pockets, and I find what I’m looking for, a key card. I look around the room, searching both walls and ceiling to see if there is a camera somewhere, but I don’t find any. I probably don’t have much time, as I took the cuffs and collar off I guess I flatlined on the monitors, and people will come to find out why.
I carefully open the door. The corridor outside is empty. I look up and see a camera, as soon as I step out they will see me. I stand on my toes to reach the cables on the back but I’m too short. *“Luna..some help please”* A long claw grows on my index finger and reaches within a few millimeters, it cuts through the cable like a knife through butter. The red light goes out and I dare to start making my way through the corridor. At the next corner I stop to listen. I close my eyes and let Luna amplify all my senses. The next corridor is also empty. I repeat the same thing with the camera mounted in this corner. I make my way to a more difficult obstacle, the first door.
I push the key card to the tablet and a green light flashes, indicating that I have to enter a code. Luna plays the familiar notes in my head and I press different buttons until I find the right sequence. Again, I put the card on and push in the numbers, a click tells me that the door is unlocked. I open it carefully so that nothing makes a sound.
A man is standing with his back to me, I don’t know who he is and I don’t care either. After carefully cutting the camera cable over the door I sneak up behind him and as soon as I can I hook my arm around his neck and cut off his airway. After a little while I drop his unconscious body on the floor and continue forward. Before I reach the next door I notice a smaller glass door at the side of the corridor. I carefully look out. It’s a kind of courtyard, maybe for those who want to go outside and smoke on their break? What catches my interest is that it is empty and it is under the open sky.