My eyes were shut closed picturing myself in the open. Slowly breathing in the fresh air of what mother nature provided us with for free. It was open with no end leaving a soul at ease. Picking at the long grass that grew, for fun. Feeling free in every way. So at peace with no worry.
"Hmfp."
Another sharp turn sent an impact to my head against the tool box. Bringing me out of my 'out-of-body experience' in the concentration of meditation.
This was my third attempt and my last. There was no way I could find hope at this moment. It was a battle for the final moments of my insanity. How long could I survive being captive?
I should give up. But give up to what? I knew not of what they were about to do with me. All I could see, hear and feel is a car moving while I'm tied up in the trunk of it.
The motion of the car making me sick. Bile had to be pushed down or it would be flowing out my nose.
My lips were still taped. I could see nothing in this darkness besides inhales with no choice the smelly old booths that stunk like old fish.
It was tight in here and I wanted out. I've never experienced being claustrophobic. And I never do want to ever again. This was a feeling of fear. I had no idea what was going to come next but it felt like the trunk was getting smaller and my body getting bigger.
I had an urge to sit up and walk about. Being laid flat for two days with no water and food and with non-stop motion was making me wish for a quick death, even if it was painful. I couldn't take it anymore.
I was no longer numbed. My body was sore from the cuts and bruises. Every inch of me wished for cold wind to stop the burning sensations.
I pushed out the thoughts of what he had done to me. I felt nothing during that time but disgust. The next day was when I felt every bit of pain from head to toe.
The trauma from the crash was felt. The pain he caused on my numb body was felt. And then it was the pain between my thighs that topped it all off.
I could feel myself getting weaker and weaker. I haven't eaten in days. The only thing was dirty water that was given to me in a dog bowl, that was the only time he removed the tape to watch me drink hungrily like a dog to fill the void of emptiness.
It was humiliating at first. I had no choice. I wanted death but I still fought. I blame myself for being weak. I needed nourishment and I would gladly give up a finger for it.
It suddenly got bumpy. Making my body jump and shake at the motion of the car on gravel road.
I wanted to get out of here and for this sickening car ride to end but I still thought of what was in store to come.
The car turned to a stop. My body missed the vibration from the car after it had gotten used to it. The car door opened and I could hear voices. It was all muffled due to my proximity of being enclosed.
Two taps on the trunk from the outside made me jump in shock pulling me out of my thoughts of trying to eavesdrop.
When the trunk was opening, my anticipation got higher. I groaned at the stinging bright light that hit my dried eyes. A sigh was released during my fight to steady my breath while trying to breathe in that fresh air.
"Mmm what do we have here." I focused on an old man dressed in leather. His face was wrinkly with a smirk as if he had finally gotten the toy he wanted for Christmas.
"I've brought her as you can see. Now I want my money."
"All in good time Israel. As promised the One Million Dollars would be paid in cash before you leave tomorrow. For now head inside and rest. I will take care of this shifter."
"Sweet!" Israel the guy who've captured me and took my innocence beamed in happiness at the words of money. But he turned to me with a sadistic smile.
"Hope you die a painful death Alexia. Bye" He caressed my face and then gave a push sending it back to hit with a thump. And he was gone.
"Ahh you see Alexia. I would have ordered for you to be killed but just like how you killed my brother. But what's the fun in that. To see you in pain would be more fun." He said as he leaned down to my level. I didn't cower back no matter how much I wanted to.
"Shall we take you to your new home?" He looked over to his left and called over two other guys also dressed in leather. It was a hunter's thing to use leather.
I struggled to pull out of the silver chain from around my hands that were behind my back but it only caused more pain.
"It's not going to work Alexia."
"Take her to the cell with the rest of the shifters. Remove the chain from around her legs and the tape. Leave her arms tied."
"But first we can't let our new guest know where she will be taken can we."
The guy handed a syringe to the elderly man. My eyes widened.
No not again. What is this going to result in now.
I went further into the trunk trying not to be injected with the clear liquid. But I had nowhere to go leaving the old man to inject me in the side of my neck. Once he was done he walked away leaving me with the two guys watching me.
The dosage must have been high if it worked pretty fast because just after a few minutes my vision became hazy and then black consumed the light.
Dang it. Is it even legal to have all this?
***
Poke...poke...poke
What the hell?
Poke...
"I swear I will break that finger."
My voice was raspy. I needed water.
But wait I spoke!
I pressed my lips together and opened them. My lips were freed at last, but they were dry and felt crusted.
"What is she doing?" A sweet tiny voice said with the most curiosity.
"Shhh let her be." Another silenced her.
I groaned while yawning as I open my eyes. That was the best sleep in days. Thankfully this time there was nothing waiting to blind me except the eyes of another. Big wide golden eyes stared back at me.
"Hello."
"Uhhh hi?"
"I'm Valexia. What's yours?"
"Alexia?" It was more of a question than an answer. I was really confused. Where was I. And why the hell is there i small girl here?
"Same like mine!"
"Val, come here. Don't overwhelm her."
"Where am I?" I straighten up leaning against a cold wall with my hands still chained but now in front of me.
"Take a look."
I furrow my eyebrows trying to concentrate.
I scan the one that talked. A woman with a child in between her legs. Both beautiful with blond hair.
I turn my head to look around. There were bars in a distance in front of me but figure of people were on the ground. Some either looking at me with curiosity or some minding their own business.
I was seated on rough cold cement floor. A window provided light inside this cellar making me see the gray theme. Really got to hand it to the designer. He brought out the feeling of emptiness and death.
This place reeked of a revolting smell making me want to gag. I just breathed through my mouth so the smell would less affect me but only to taste the vile smell in my mouth.
"You're a rouge?"
"Yes I am." I haven't called myself that in such a long time. It pained because I had no choice but to become one.
I noticed the small girl pressing her back against her mother in fear.
"Are you going to hurt us?" She asked in an innocent voice.
"I hardly doubt I can even walk let alone move my hand." I flick my eyes to the chains.
"They hurt don't they." The blonde woman asks looking at the burns.
"Yeah but only hurts a bit nothing else."
I try to collect the saliva in my mouth and swallow it. Only to bring no relief.
"Your wolf don't yo-" I cut her off.
"What's going on down here?"
Where they all wolves like me?
And why were they down here.
Hunters kill my kind at first glance. Well except for me...and them.
"I'll explain later." She motions to the small girl who I presume is her daughter Valexia
The woman changes the topic.
"You look like shit!"
"Oh you have no idea." I rested my head against the wall taking everything in.