Each passing day was the same. When me and Samantha were alone we would talk to ease eachothers worries. When the kidnapper would come we both would go silent. He will come only to give me food and water and once he left I would share my food with Samantha.
At first Samantha tried to say no every time, but I told her she too needs to get stronger. I did try to get him to start feeding her, but that only gave me scowl and a grunt. So I didn't push it any further considering Samantha told me just leave it alone. She knew I would have pushed him further, and she knew that if I did he probably would slap me again.
So I share my food with her instead and my water too. Since that day he hasn't laid a finger on me or Samantha. I thought that was good but my gut told me other wise. This was nothing compared to the storm that will soon come.
Samantha has tried to get me to go to sleep every night. I would close my eyes every night until she fell asleep, then I would open my eyes again and stay up all night. I just didn't trust going to sleep here. Anything could happen while the both of us are asleep. You can say I worry too much or that it's just my parental instincts. Maybe it is my parental instincts, but I'm just too paranoid.
I feel the need to always be alert, so I know whats going one. I don't like surprises. I know I should go to sleep. That sleeping will be healthy for the babies, but I just can't. I do feel tired every day, but even if I tried to go to sleep, I just can't. I can't fall into a deep sleep, my mind won't ever shut up for me to go to sleep.
Even when I try to sleep, I hear sounds that always wakes me up. So I just don't try anymore, there was no point when I will be woken up every few minutes; thinking that someone is coming to kill me and my babies. Yea I'm too paranoid and cautious.
Every day I think about Marcus. When Samantha is sleeping every night. My mind would wonder and I'll start thinking about him. How he must be doing. If he's looking for me. How the pack house is doing. I would think how everyone else is doing. If they are worried about their alpha.
Then I would start missing Marcus. I miss his touch and kisses. I miss sleeping with him and holding him. I miss the way he would look at me when he thought I didn't notice. Then after I started to miss him I would cry. This would go on every night. Once morning comes and Samantha wakes up, I would put a smile on my face. So she doesn't worry about me. She has enough to worry about these days.
Me and Samantha were trying to come up with a way to escape from here without using any powers, when the kidnapper came into the room and grabbed Samantha.
"Where are you taking her?"
"You just worry about yourself." He said while walking away with Samantha. Samantha turned to me and shook her head, to tell me not to do anything. I ignored her though and ran infront of him to stop him.
"I'll worry about who ever I want to worry about. I asked you where are you taking her."
"I think you forget where you are and what I can do to you."
"And I think you forget what will happen to you if you do anything to me." I growled out at him. I'm not going to let this man try to scare me. I haven't backed down to him once and I sure as hell not going to start now. He smiled at me while letting go of Samantha. He then grabbed my arm and started to walk while dragging me alog with him.
"Maybe I should just bring you then." He said as we got closer to the door. My heart started to beat faster as we got closer. Samantha comes running up to him and hitting him, to try to stop him from taking me. That just annoyed him even more and he knocked her down and continued to take me.
"STOP! Take me instead, I don't care what you do to me, but don't take her." Samantha pleads. The guy stops walking and looks at her.
"So you don't care if I kill you?"
He asked her. I watched as Samantha's eyes grew bigger at the thought. I watched as tears ran down her face and I knew that I wouldn't let him do anything to her. As he kept looking at her, I took that chance to bite his shoulder since thats what was closer to me. I bit him hard, enough to draw blood. He may have a spell to keep me from using my powers, but as long as I have wolf blood in me, then I will use it.
When my teeth made contact with his flesh, my canines grew sharper and I bit harder. He tried to yank me off of him, but my mouth was locked onto his shoulder. Until he got angry enough and punched me in the face. I fell to the ground as he punched me. I looked up at him and saw that I tore his shoulder up literally. He barred down towards me, but then stopped. He turned around and grabbed Samantha again. I stood up to try to stop him, but then my body froze. I couldn't move a muscle. I had no choice but to watch them both leave the room.
Once they left the room, thats when the spell wore off and I could move again. What the hell, I can't use my powers but he can? That is some bullshit. I sat down on the ground and waited all night for him to bring Samantha back. I waited for hours. I started to get paranoid and impatient. I stood up and started pacing the room while biting my nails. I was scared for her, I don't know what he's doing to her right now. I don't know if she's dead or alive. I kept pacing the room back and forth until the door finally opened and he shoved her into the room before closing and locking the door again.
Samantha's body hit the floor and she wasn't moving. I panicked and ran to her. I sat down in front of her and placed my two index fingers on her neck to check her pulse. I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding. She was still alive, but barely. I moved her hair off of her face and noticed her face was covered in blood. I ran to where my water was and grabbed it. I came back over to Samantha and poured some water on her face, to clean her face as much as I could. Once I got most of her face cleaned, I lifted her head and made her drink the rest of the water. When she drank all of the water, I let her lay her head on my lap. I rubbed her hair as she got some rest.