Hunters' hideout above

TRIGGER WARNING

Celia POV

Hannah and I eat slowly, although none of us seems to have an appetite. She keeps playing with a small walkie-talkie in her palm. When Terry brought me back to the cell, he gave this to us, saying if Jordan, Gabriel, or anybody come, we should wake him up.

"There are no security cameras in here," says Hannah" And your brother doesn't trust his people nor Gabriel. I've checked the cell; it's a dead end. There are no other passages out of here except the main door."

"They have Hank," I say. "I know he is still alive, but was it why I got sick? Did I feel what they were doing with him?"

Hannah nods and hisses in pain because the collar on her neck touches her mark, which now looks like an open wound.

"Well, the fact that they want to sell me at least gives Mikkeli some time. Time to find us," she says" Has Terry told you what he wanted to do with you?"

"He wants to be my brother again; that's why he wanted to get Kathy too."

"He thinks you are our prisoner, and he wanted to set you free but, along the way, found out about my child and decided to get himself rich because of it and get his revenge on Mikkeli," she says " Have you asked him about Hank?"

"He was furious; he refused to tell me anything."

She stands up to lie on one of the beds. I wonder if we will be able to sleep today when the door opens, and a man walks inside. I sit as he smirks.

"Anything we could get to you?" he asks, looking at Hannah. "You are so lucky we need you alive bitch!"

"Where is Hank? I know you got him too?" she says, and my heart skips a beat.

"Alive, but wasn't in good shape when Terry finished with him, and he will surely continue."

"Can I see him, please?" I say without thinking.

Hannah looks at me, tensed, as he comes to me and yanks me from my bed. I look him straight in the eyes; I know how stupid it is, but I can't stop. I need to see Hank, I want Hank, and I'm ready to take the risk to get to him. 

He takes me out of the cell and goes somewhere with me; keeping up with him is hard, but I manage to do that.

"Where are you taking her?" someone asks; I look at him and cringe. I remember this guy, one of my cousins, who was also there when they almost killed me.

"She wants to see her dog; I decided to be the nice guy."

My cousin comes closer, and I start to shake again as he grabs my jaw hard.

"You like it whore? You mated with him, so you like breeding with the dog," he scoffs. "Let's give the bitch a moment of comfort. Why not?"

After we pass some corridors, I finally see Hank, and my heart clenches. 

 He is tied up to the ceiling with a long chain, for sure silver. Wounds from stabbing in his abdomen are visible, but at least they are not bleeding, along with many bruises on his chest, face, and arms. But, God, will we ever be able to get out of here? Will we see our daughter again?

At first, I ignore how my cousin touches me, but then the realization hits me, and I feel a bile rising in my stomach. My eyes dart to Hank, and I see his panic and pain.

 They don't like that I start to struggle, so my cousin hits me in the face hard. I fall to the floor, and one of them is on top of me; I don't scream because there is no point. Hank trashes in his chain, but we both know it's futile; he can't stop them, and they will make him watch. I feel a hand on my neck, pressing my face into the floor. I hear them joking about finally making me a bitch in the heat, my sobs choke me, and I have trouble with breathing. Their hands on me are so disgusting, and once again, I'm entirely on someone's mercy, and I can't do anything to stop it.

When they try to yank my trousers down, Hank screams:

"Wait, fucking stop!!! You can have me!!! Take me, and don't touch her!!!"

That's got their attention as the one who came to my cell first stands up and lets go of me.

"You will get on your hands and knees, but first, you will blow me. Do we have a deal?"

Hank nods, and he comes closer to him as my cousin, who still holds me pressed to the floor, says:

"Give it to the wolf nice and hard; I doubt he has ever tasted the real man!"

The silver chains click, and Hank falls to the floor, still handcuffed though.

"On your knees now!"

Hank takes the position but doesn't look at the guy when he starts touching him. I don't know what is crueler, making him or me watch. I feel him through our bond so clearly now. He is happy that he has found a way to make them not touch me, that it won't happen to me again. But it's not okay for that to happen to him. I love him; I don't want him to suffer, especially not in that way. My tears are flowing; the nightmare is absolute.

Hank POV

I'm on my knees as the hunter moves his hand on my naked back and into the waistband of my jeans. It's disgusting, but the relief that they stopped touching her is bigger. The other one still holds her down on the floor but looks in my direction. I see the excitement in his eyes.

I guess this humiliation will give them some sick satisfaction. My whole body aches, and although my stomach is empty when his hand squeezes my butt, I can't suppress my gag. I feel the acid in my mouth, but I don't move. Every nerve in my body screams to fight no matter the outcome, but the other one still has his hand on Celia's neck, so I stay still.

"This is going to be so much fun" he goes in front of me and unzips his trousers. "No teeth, wolfy, or he will break her neck. Better put your mind to it; I expect a lot of fun."

Terry Nightingale, with some other guys, enters the basement and seems furious.

"What's going on in here!" he shouts, and the guy who is holding Celia says:

"We are about to have some fun. We thought that we would fuck her, but he offered himself instead. He must love his bitch very much!"

He starts croaking with amusement on his face, but Terry is not having it. He punches the guy who holds Celia in the face, and when he falls, he starts kicking him like crazy. Celia crawls in my direction; the other guy doesn't pay any attention to her, too busy pulling his pants up and moving away from both of us.

Terry continues punching and kicking the guy on the floor and then turns to the other, who backs into the wall.

"Please, Terry, she's just a whore; she's one of them now!" he screams but doesn't even try to protect himself as Terry grabs him. 

Celia is next to me, wrapping her arms around my neck, I try to hold her back to the best of my abilities since my hands are tied, and my muscles hurt like hell. My mouth is on her mark, gently sucking. I feel Greyson stirring in my mind; touching our mate's mark gives him strength and gives me strength.

Terry finishes, I see blood dripping from his fists, and two men who came with him start dragging the ones on the floor out.

"Celia, move away from him!" Terry hisses, he is still agitated, and I have no idea what he can do.

"Eric take her back," he says, and the third guy approaches us. I think about attacking for a moment, but I have no chance, so better not to take the risk. Celia clutches me tighter.

"Celia, go, it's alright, nothing will happen," I whisper to her; she cries but listens to me.

When we are alone, Terry yanks me up. I whimper in pain as he once again hangs me on the chain. My legs tremble, and I pant hard. He looks at me for a moment before he walks out but soon comes back with some water and lets me drink. I won't lie when I say I appreciate it; I have had nothing to drink for many hours.

"What will you do with Celia and Hannah?" I ask him when he steps away from me.

"I will sell Hannah; my people need that money to start over. Celia will go with me; she should be with her family. That's where she belongs. I will look after her, just like I had promised my mother before she died."

"And what about her? What about what she wants?"

"She doesn't know what she wants because you brainwashed her, but she doesn't understand that the clan is over. There will be no more werewolves and hunting in our life; I can give her a normal life away from Jordan and you. Fucking monsters who slaughtered our parents in front of me and later burned our home and violated her! Before he died, my father said to do that, to live and never look back no matter what..."

"And that he loves you very much," I interrupt him, and he looks at me surprised. "You are not the only one who watched your parents murdered."