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It seemed like only five minutes had passed since I was locked in the room when the door to the room swung open.

Move away, ordered my wolf.

I quickly backed myself into a corner and wiped my nose and eyes on the cuff of my sleeve. Three men walked into the room with large lanterns, two of which I recognized as the men who had captured me.

The third, however, was unfamiliar. He looked to be in his mid-forties, and his hair was cut short to enhance his menacing features. There was an air of superiority to him, and I guessed he was a leader of some sort. "Welcome to Hell, Tyler Grayson," the man said, lifting his arms like a preacher.

"How do you know my name?"

"I know many things," he said simply.

Something about the way he said that seemed off and wrong. "Who are you?" I asked, my voice steady. "And don't give me your job description." I surprised myself with the last part.

The man chuckled, but it wasn't a pleasant sound. "My name is Drake." He took a step towards me and I tensed. I tried to conjure my shift, but nothing happened. Drake saw what I was trying to door and made a clucked his tongue. "Don't try to shift. We injected you with a suppressor, so you'll just be wasting your energy."

Now I was scared. I had no way to really defend myself. "What do you want from me?" I asked accusingly. I knew it wouldn't be at all good, but I wanted to be prepared for whatever they had planned for me.

"I want information." He said flatly.

"About what?"

"Werewolves."

"I don't know anything about any werewolves!" I said quickly. That was 100% true. My parents had kept me in the dark, so I knew almost nothing about my species.

"Liar!" Drake snapped, and he lunged at me. His hand gripped my neck and he slammed me against the wall. Pain erupted in the back of my head, and I almost didn't register him lift me off my feet. I could feel myself starting to black out, and I grabbed at his hand to keep him from strangling me. "You will tell me what you know," he hissed, and then he abruptly let go of my throat.

I landed painfully on my back and cradled my throbbing head in my hands. Drake left me there and turned to face the other men. "Go get the console and the wires," he barked, and they left the room for a moment before returning with things in their arms.

With the dim light their lanterns provided, I could make out a small wooden table with ties on the four legs. Drake handed his light to one of the men and he came back over to me. I pushed myself farther against the wall, desperate to get away, but he just yanked me up by my arm and pulled me over to the table, which he had called a console.

Drake brought his elbow hard into my back, and I fell onto the console. Suddenly, my arms and legs were grabbed and restrained tightly in the straps, and my face was forced to stare at the floor. I was now trapped.

"What's the name of your pack?" questioned Drake.

"I don't know what a pack is," I replied quietly and honestly.

"You're lying!" he hissed.

"I'm not!" I cried. Drake didn't answer, and I felt my shirt yanked up so that my whole back was exposed. I heard a shuffling noise, and then the sound of something unwinding. I was very aware of Drake hovering over me, but I wasn't sure what he was doing.

Suddenly, there was an agonizing pain in my back. I screeched and tears started to stream from my eyes. Drake pushed the wire deeper into my skin, and I stopped breathing. My mouth was open in a silent scream, and I couldn't move.

"Silver is such a magnificent element," said Drake evilly, and he pulled the wire off my back. My back was still throbbing and stinging, but I started to breathe again in pants. "Let's try this again," Drake said, "Where's your pack."

"I don't know," I bawled. Drake growled, and a second later I felt the torturous pain again. I screamed and wailed, but Drake just dug the wire deeper into my flesh, letting the silver slice through my skin like butter.

This interrogation session went on just like that. Drake would ask me questions I didn't know the answer to, and I would tell him I had no clue what he was talking about. He didn't believe me, and he would sink the silver wires into my flesh once again. I couldn't breathe when the silver was embedded in my skin. It seemed to have a paralyzing effect on me.

I thought that maybe after a while my back would just go numb and I could be able to feel the pain anymore, but that didn't happen. I felt every burning touch, and I thought I was going to die. My wolf was howling, and as much as I begged her to stop, she couldn't.

I felt like my head was going to explode. After a while, maybe an hour or more, my mind began to go fuzzy. I realized I was starting to black. I silently rejoiced, and I was soon engulfed in darkness.

*Later*

My eye fluttered open and they focused on my surroundings. I found myself lying down with my cheek pressed against the cold, hard floor. I started to sit up, but I squeaked at the stabbing pain in my back.

Terrified, I ran my hand under my hoodie and winced as my fingers brushed against my back. My back had healed the best it could, but with silver, there would always be scars. My fingers traced along the raised horizontal lines, and I felt like I was going to vomit.

Despite the pain, I managed to push myself into a sitting position. I hung my head between my knees and took a few deep, shaky breaths before I felt better. My head was pounding, and I squeezed my eyes shut.

"I'm going to die," I whispered,

No we aren't! snapped my wolf. We need to keep fighting so that maybe someday we'll get out of here. Don't give up hope or we're doomed for sure!

I sighed and slowly boosted myself up so that I was standing. The tension in my back caused the pain to double, and I leaned against the wall for a moment, letting the pain slowly ebb until it was bearable.

I hobbled slowly over to the small window and stood on my tip toes so that I could peer out to the outside. The sun was just starting to rise, which made me wonder how long I had been out. The yard was slightly illuminated, so I glanced around the area directly outside of the window. I didn't see much; just wooded area and a small yellow shed.

"I should be out there, not in here," I said sadly, and I lowered myself off of my toes.

We will be, said my wolf. Soon.

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My torture continued every day after that, multiple times a day. Drake made sure to lay the silver wires right where the healed scars were every time, making the pain more intense and agonizing. After every session, my wolf encouraged me to keep my head up, but I noticed the words she said seemed less and less sincere.

One day, I had snapped and begged Drake to kill me. I pleaded and told him I knew nothing over and over and to just kill me and put my out of my misery.

That had been a very terrible mistake.

Since that day, Drake had made my days full of pain. He had given up on getting any information out of me, and now he hurt me just for the fun of it. Drake was a very sick and twisted man. He had come up with new methods of torture, like whipping with pieces of silver woven into the whip.

He also adapted nickel to a sort of spray that would disperse the liquid metal onto my skin. It would burn, but my skin could heal properly afterwards, unlike with silver. That said, it still took a while to wipe all the nickel off my skin so that I could heal.

I noticed that he steered relatively clear of scarring my face. That was a three inch scar that started just above the end of my left eyebrow that reached down my cheek from when he had gotten too carried away with the silver wires, but that was it.

"You may be a filthy, unnatural mutt, but there's no need to flaw a beautiful face," was the only comment he ever made about it. That said, he sounded sarcastic. I didn't understand, but I didn't argue. The one time he did lay the silver on my face, it was the worst of all the pain I had experienced, and I was glad never to have it done again.

Pretty soon I lost track of how many days I had been stuck in that cold, metal prison. The days just blurred together, and so did the pain. I wanted to stay strong, to not be a disgrace to my parents' memory, but it was too hard not to scream.

I didn't beg or plead for them to stop anymore. It was a waste of breath and strength because none of my words could convince these people to stop.

I tried to keep up hope that one day I would escape and gain back my freedom, but deep down, I was resigned to that fact that I was going to die in captivity.

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So the last couple of paragraphs I wasn't going to put in this chapter but I decided to because I really want to fast forward a couple years in the next chapter...

So stay tuned!

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