Captive

Chapter 19

In the Concil of Werewolves, all of Drake's transactions were monitored. And the watchman was so subtle that not even the bank noticed he was there.

- This offshore is where Drake is transferring money... we need to find out who this money is going to. – one of the council members says to Drake's boss.

- We're trying, sir, but whoever it is, hasn't touched the account since we found it. And even after he does it, there's no guarantee that it won't bounce from country to country. We need time. What is certain is that Drake's transfers are made from New York, which means that this damn house is not very far from New York. We managed to buy time on a spy satellite. They think we're using the satellite for wildlife and climate change research, and so we have a 45-mile radius from the ocean in New York to the entire coast. The house has to be there.

- Keep me updated on progress, and don't do it over the phone. We continue to think that someone within the subnatural world is involved. I swear if I find out who the monster is that does this to his own species, I will kill him with my own hands.

Sergey was lying in bed. He couldn't forget Adam. He had entered his heart like no one had ever done before. Knowing that he was being mistreated, violated, humiliated at that time gave him enormous hatred. He had to find out where that house was. He had to know who the boss was. He had to catch all the criminals and save all the innocent people who were being abused there. His underling's brother, the alpha's young son, Adam, and all those who were imprisoned there. The subnaturals and the humans who were captive and were there to die. When he grew up in his pack, he knew he had to stay hidden from humans, because they could start a war that would lead to the deaths of thousands. He had never imagined that humans would use them for s****l purposes.

Sergey felt sick to his stomach.

He leaves the room and heads to the Prada store. The employee approaches. A man who appeared to have an obscene amount of money was the perfect client. He already imagined the commission he was going to get.

Serguey chooses a suit and some sweaters, and goes to the clothing fitting booth to try them on.

He goes in, he takes off the hanger where he would hang his clothes and puts some paper inside, putting the hanger back in so that no weight can remove it. Try on the clothes and let the employee take some measurements. The pants needed to be tight.

He goes out, pays the exuberant price for the clothes and agrees to return the next day, at 6 pm, to pick up the suit.

He leaves with the bag of sweaters and then goes into Louis Vuitton, where he chooses 2 pairs of shoes whose price, together, would buy a house.

Then he go back to the hotel room.

After 2 hours, an old man, dressed in an expensive suit and with a tycoon appearance, enters the Prada store and asks for a suit with certain characteristics. The employee shows him several models, and he chooses two to try. Enter the clothing fitting booth, take off the hanger, remove the paper and place it inside his tie, prepared for this purpose. Then try one of the suits. And then the other. Opting for the second, the employee marks the hems, which would have to rise.

Arranging to return the next morning, because he had urgent need for it, the man leaves the store.

Adam felt his heart warm like he had never felt before. He didn't know Sergey, and the only two times he had seen him, he had made him beat him until he was injured, but never before had the pain given him so much hope. He had to try hard to keep the same apathetic face as always. He couldn't show any emotion and he could even show disappointment when he was taken to meet a new client, and that new client wasn't Sergey.

None of this invalidated the fact that his heart felt warm. Sergey was his mate. Even if he never left that place, even if he died at the hands of a customer or even the guards, that man would, for a brief moment, be his mate.

This hidden hope gave him new energy to withstand everything that the perverted clients of that house did to him.

In the middle of his thoughts, the guard opens the door, and he gets up. Another customer was waiting for him. It was so good that it was Serguey, but it was too early for that to be true.

He walks in front of the guard, head down, as always, and stops in front of the purple room. It was the first time he had entered that room in all the years he had been there. He gets scared.

The door opens and he enters a room that had absolutely nothing inside. There were no beds, objects, crosses, just 6 men, huge, muscular, and with a very black aura.

Adam's stomach tightens. What would happen to him?

For the first time since he became accustomed to abuse, when the door closes and he hears the lock turn twice, he recoils, until his back hits the door.

The men look at each other and laugh. They approach, surrounding Adam, imprisoning him in the half circle they were making. One of them grabs him by the hair and drags him to the middle of the room. Words like “monster”, “freak of nature”, “creature from hell” reach Adam's ears, and he is truly terrified. He thinks about Sergey and that he will probably never see him again. The man holding him by the hair throws him to the ground and immediately the 6 begin kicking Adam all over the body. He screams in pain, tries to protect his head with his hands, but the thick boots that those men wore, ripped his skin, injured his flesh, and some bones in his body were broken.

When they were satisfied, and Adam was groaning on the floor without being able to move, they ripped off his bloody clothes, indifferent to the pain that Adam felt from his broken bones. He is lifted into the air by his hair and one of his arms and glued to the wall. Two men hold him in position, while one of the men, knowing how hurt Adam was, rapes the poor boy until he cums inside him. Adam didn't have any strength in his body. It was the hands of the 2 men that kept him upright, and even though he was now bleeding from his ass, the pain he had all over his body did not allow him to identify the damage that the man had done to his entrance.

One after one, another violates him, and another, and another, replacing each other in keeping Adam upright, they take turns.

When everyone has had their turn, they drag Adam back to the middle of the room and resume the insults and kicks, until Adam loses consciousness, appearing to be dead.

The men once again expose their c***s, and all 6 of them, at the same time, piss on Adam, leaving him, from head to toe, drenched in urine. When they called to ask for the fairy, they also requested to come in the room, Adam was inanimate, in a pit smelling of piss.

As soon as the fairy enters and sees Adam, thinking him dead, she starts screaming in fear, but it is of no use to her. A fate identical to Adam's awaits her. Attacked until she couldn't move, brutally raped by the 6, and attacked again, the young fairy dies at the hands of the real monsters that were in that room.

The laugh they let out when they saw what they had done, was sinister. They piss on the body of the dead fairy, and spit on the two bodies that they left behind, leaving the room and returning to their normal lives as politicians, businessmen and rich people, with their wives and children, where they played the roles of humanitarians, husbands and exemplary parents.