There standing only metres from me, is the one person I'd have loved to hunt down and kill myself. And I'm drugged up and tied to a table to be his ďàmń experiment.

The hunter that killed my little brother.

"Hello mutt. Recognise me?" He says, anger visible on his face.

"How can I forget someone who killed my brother? You gutless bàśťàŕď!" I yell at him trying to pull free but to no avail.

"I guess we have something in common, you pathetic dog!" He sneers at me.

"Now, lets see what we can do with you..." He trails off while walking to the cabinet.

He opens it while watching my reaction. I make sure to give him none but on the inside I'm terrified. It's full with silver knives, whips, diluted wolfsbane and even silver nuckle busters. There is a lot more but his body blocks it.

I'll take away some of the pain and we'll heal up as soon as we're alone. My wolf tries to comfort my fear.

No! We don't know how long we're going to be here for... save as much strength as you can. I can take the pain and just heal what's needed most. I order her with force.

She's reluctant but agrees. We both know wasting our energy is stupid in this situation.

"Now... I hear since you killed my brother, your life has been pretty good. A lover, friend and leader. Sadly I had my life fall to bits. So I'm going to take my sweet time and do as I please until I believed you suffered as much as I have." He eyes over my body, deciding what to do first.

He tells Blake to tie my hands to the chain hanging from the roof and hang me there, before grabbing his nuckle busters. There's a menacing look in his eyes as he drives his first into my stomach.

I feel like my lungs have had all their air sucked out. As I'm coughing he hit my jaw with enough force to cut my cheek on impact.

While I'm trying to control my breathing he smiles at my already bruised jaw line. "You know, the one thing I love about you and your kind? You can take hits and heal. I don't have to use silver because a bullet hole still burns and a whip still stings." He smirks at me with souless eyes. "And I can do it again and again and again."

He then turns me so I'm facing that tiny window. I try to focus on it, a desperate attempt to zone out. The next moment I hear a crack and then feel intense pain on my back.

I hold in my scream, not wanting to give him satisfaction. He continues to throw whips at full force, my skin is splitting from the force of his hits and my shirt turns to shreds. The most I do is whimper though.

"You think you're tough? I'm just getting started." He chuckles. No remorse visible in his face.

He orders Blake to lay me back on the table and tie me down. He does so, I give him a pleading look in hope that he'll put his kind first. He gives me a sad look but does as he's told. I wince the moment my back hits the cold table.

"Now, I think you look unbothered by our lashes. Let's change that shall we?" He walks to grab a silver knife. "Since I'd to think we're going to have lots of time together, lets leave a momento for each time hmm."

He starts slicing my side from back to front just below my breast. He's cut me with a silver knife and it burns as it drags over my skin. I finally scream as he chuckles at my pain.

"We'll do one for every day we have together, shall we?" He chuckles.

Afterwards, he decided to use his energy beating me black and blue. Stopping occassionally to try something else too.

When he's finally done he orders Blake. "Put her back in the cell and give her a ration of food and water. Wouldn't want her to not last as long." He says before finally walking back out.

Blake slowly unties my limbs. I wince as he sits me up. He picks me up bridal style and walks us to the mattress. As he lays me down I groan out in pain.

Blake leaves for a couple minutes before coming back with a plate of food and a bottle of water. He wont look me in the eye but I don't care at the moment.

My body aches all over. I've been whipped, shot, cut, beaten and stabbed. My wolf hates that I took all the pain but is healing me enough to stop bleeding.

I hate thinking that Derek knows what's hurting on me when I'm getting hit but it'd take too much to block it too.

Tears silently stream down my face, hating that the monster who killed my brother is torturing me instead of the other way around. And I can't do anything to stop it.

"I'm sorry..."

I look up at Blake. Surprised he's still here and even talking to me.

"For... what..?" I breath out, pretty sure one or two ribs are cracked or broken.

"I dunno... making you have this fate. I didn't know you two had history. He's never that bad to any others." He said looking guilty.

"Don't... worry..." my wolf healing my ribs, knowing they're causing me pain.

"You're just following orders, I get it."

"Yeah but I'm still sorry." He says looking at the floor.

I simply nod before closing my eyes. I hear him sigh before leaving and locking my cell. I open my eyes and look at my food. It's just a salad roll and water but it's better than nothing.

After eating, I look at my side to see a red line where he sliced me. Silver can scar so I imagine the wolfsbane in my system at the time helped that.

I feel Derek trying to enter my mind and let him in. Needing to at least hear him.

'Baby. Are you ok? I need to hear your voice.' He links.

Glad it's not just me feeling that way.

'Hey babe. I'm ok. Got a meal. Rorys killer is who. Need to save my energy. I love you babe!' I link back.

'I love you too. We're working on finding you. Just hold out ok.'

We cut the link just as I fall asleep, hearing his voice gives me a mental boost to get through this.

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The days roll on, the first day repeats with minor things mixed each time. I have the odd day where they leave me to heal more, generally because I sleep most of it. But each day he hurts me, he cuts my side. Given the number of cuts I have, I'd say I'm around the two week mark.

Blake will stay while I eat. Even if we dont talk, it's kind of nice to atleast have company. He just tells them he's making sure I eat otherwise starving will reduce my healing. Each day he looks more and more remorseful but he can't do anything, the hunters can easily inject him like they do me if they thought he'd turn on them.

I talk to Derek most nights, if only a sentence or two. I think it's helping both of us cope to be honest.

He says they have leads and he doesn't think they're far off my location. I hope he's right, I can't do this repeated torture much more and I'm yet to see a way to break out or run away.

My wolf misses our mate...

And so do I...

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