Rashel's Nightmare
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Rashel's POV
My head pounding with a dull, terrible anguish, I opened my eyes gradually. My eyes battled to make sense of everything around me—dark. Realizing I had no idea where I was or how I arrived set me in panic.
"Where am i?" I murmured, sat up fast, and looked about bewilderedly. The space smelled like a prison cell—suffocating. But I could feel there was no legal detention involved here.
I cried in great urgency, "Help! Person! Though there was no reply, my voice rang off the frigid walls. My body felt weak, and every motion shot agony across my sides.
I tried desperately to contact my wolf, Ash, but she was quiet and hardly visible. I had been shot with wolfsbane, and a terrifying awareness swept over me.
"Please, assist me!." I yelled and grabbed the cell's bars, shaking them with all the vigor I could muster.
" Shut the f**k up!" A big man emerged from the darkness, his voice piercing and hostile. A cigarette hung from his lips, and I felt as though I was hit like a wall by his odor. He was a renegade; I didn't need anyone to tell me that.
Anxiety turned in my gut. What have I done to find myself here? Were they scheduled to murder me? Were they maybe just killers motivated by sport, or were they organ harvesters? My head ran with all the possibilities.
Tears rising in my eyes, I implored, "Please, let me out." "I could pay you; I'm not sure what I did. Let me go; I will give you money.
He turned his nose at me. "Stop with the drama, b***h, or I’ll put a bullet in your head right now." His comments were tinged with poison as he turned and headed out, leaving me once again alone.
My heart thumping in terror, I hunched down. I was smarter than to keep yelling. There was no use. Time slipped by in a haze. Seconds counted like minutes, minutes like hours, and hours like days.
Every now and again I listened for voices outside my cell. This time, though, something else entirely. Among the typically masculine voices, I heard the sound of a lady. Though I could not make out what she was saying, it made me shiver. Ash was too feeble to assist me; my hearing was still muted.
Then the woman's voice emerged from the mist of my mind: "Make her suffer before killing her." Her simple dying is not what I want.
My heart dropped. < Who had I harmed so terribly that they sought my death? Nobody came to me right away. Trying to find out how long I had been here, my thoughts turned into frenzy. Days maybe. I wasn't sure. The thin man who brought me food—a tiny supply that hardly kept me alive, let alone the kid developing inside me—was my sole human contact.
One day as he brought me my portion, I mumbled "thank you," to him.
He simply scowled at me and turned away. He answered. He paused then, though, his steps stuttering. He turned back, looking perplexed and worried when he heard me make a faint, coughing sound.
His eyes grew wide as he saw me on the floor, my hands grasping my throat and I panting for air. Panic played across his face. Should I die, his life would not end well. As he stumbled with the keys, rushing to open the cell door, I could see the terror in his eyes.
I had been waiting for this time; he knelt next to me attempting to help.
I pushed him away with a sudden might, then swung my legs to knock him down. On my side, the element of surprise was underlined. Adrenaline drove every motion I made, surpassing him. My fingers shaking, I snatched the keys from his palm and ran from the cell locking him inside.
Running along the poorly lighted corridor, my bare feet thumped against the chilly pavement. I had to run away. I had to leave before he summoned aid.
The hall seemed to go on forever until I at last came to a door. I yanked it open, and burning my skin the cold night air hit me. My hair was a twisted mess and my clothing was ripped and almost hanging on. Still, I paid no attention. I was free and not going to spend any time.
"Where is everyone?" As I arrived on an open field, I asked loudly. But I did not wait for a response. Though not far, I sprinted, my legs carrying me as quickly as they could.
I soon heard feet behind me—desperate, driven. They were hunting after me; I knew it would be over if they found me. Though I had no idea how long I had been running, every stride caused agony over my body. Ash was still under the hold of the wolfsbane, which kept me from moving.
Though my head whirled and my eyesight darkened, I pressed ahead. If not for me, then for the child inside me I had to continue.
The feetfall grew louder and more near. As the woodland drew in, dark and heavily packed, panic grabbed me. I suddenly landed on something firm, and the impact knocked off my breathing.
Stammered, I lay there trying to understand what had happened. I pushed myself gently to glance up, terror slinking across me.
I saw him—a man with eyes as icy as death. He fixed me, a twisted amusement flickering on his lips sending a chill throughout my body.
My breath seized in my throat as I staggered to get to my feet, tired limbs shaking. With a shaky voice, I begged, "Please." "I'm apologies." Please do not hurt me. I am going to pay you money. a lot of wealth. Just try not to murder me.
He stepped in closer, his hard, calculated eyes staring me over. He said nothing just watched me with that same unnerving look.
At last he asked, his lips twisting into the most exquisite smile I had ever seen, "Why on earth would I kill my mate?"
Realization came upon me like a tsunami. Alpha Jethro was the one doing this. Alpha Jethro here.
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