TAMING THE PLAYBOY ALPHA - Chapter 72: Chapter 72

: PRISONER
FREYA'S POV:
The freezing cold water suddenly doused on my body rips me painfully from my unconscious state, and tosses my consciousness back into my limp body with a rigorous force that leaves me terribly disoriented.
I leap up from wherever I am, first screaming 'what the fuck' in my mind and out loud ofcourse, to remind myself that I have a voice.
"Holy shit." The comment rolls in after feeling every painful fiber of my muscle slowly weigh down on me.
It feels like I'm breathing in flaming needles that burn and punctures my lungs with every inhale and exhale.
It weighs heavily on my chest as I'm wheezing for air.
I stop breathing to stop the pain, then I choke painfully and have to breathe twice as hard to recover the lack of oxygen.
My body feels like I've been trampled on by a group of angry elephants continuously, till I'm shattered to pieces, and said pieces are glued back poorly with weak adhesive.
I can't even begin to describe the pounding headache that really wants to crack my skull.
After the pain, my memories begin rushing in in pages.
At first, I think I'm home, getting ready to do laundry, then I remember that I attend the school of my dreams and know a bunch of people.
That's right.
I should be in school right now. Which brings me back to 'Where the fuck am I?'
My eyes finally adjust to the blinding lights that burn. my eyes, but my ears can only hear ringing and muffled muttering in the background.
Two voices talking about something.
I blink again with my blurry vision that spins, seeing two silhouettes standing over me, observing and chattering.
I try to move around but for some reason, my legs don't listen.
"Where am I?" I mumbled the words incoherently to anyone that isn't me.
"She's coming back... Drug... Trouble... Us."
I can barely make out what the fucker is saying as my head spins.
Something about a drug and... who's in trouble? Am I in trouble?
Where's Silas?
Wait, that's right.
I was with Silas. Where is he?
"I told you not to use too much of dosage to snuff her. What are you going to do if she goes brain dead from overdose?" The first voice says.
Wait, what?
"I was told she's an Alpha female. You need a stronger dose to knock those ones out." The second voice adds.
Seems like my hearing is finally working, and the spinning slowly ceases while my vision returns to what it's supposed to me.
Wherever I am, I'm not in school or home. Infact, I have no idea where the fuck I am.
Panic settles quickly as my mind clears perfectly, and I can finally feel the rest of my body properly.
I jump to my feet suddenly, staring at the two older men with skin cuts on their head, scars on their faces.
They look gruff and are a feet taller than I am, towering over me with muscular builds.
They cease their bickering, realizing I'm fully conscious now.
"See? She's not brain dead."
"Where the fuck am I?" I yelled out, looking at my surrounds.
It looks like a white room.
"Who are you? What do you want?" I ask.
"Just calm down." The first guy tries to calm me, taking a step closer with his arm outstretched.
I grab onto it quickly, taking out my fangs and biting down hard on his skin.
He yells out in pain, grabbing onto his now bleeding hand.
The second guy attempts to grab hold of me while his partner writhes in pain, moving closer.
I dodge his arm, swinging my knee up to meet his groin as hard as I can.
He groans painfully, grabbing onto his jewels as he falls to his knees.
I spit out the blood in my mouth before I quickly look round for an exit. Luckily, up ahead of me is the door, and it's been left ajar.
Whoever they were, they had clearly not anticipated me gaining consciousness soon.
Without mush hesitation, I dash for the door. My left leg still feels a bit numb but I push and drag myself farther away for the exit.
I'm almost there.
It's almost within my grasp when I feel a force grabbing onto my hair and pulling hard, using my scalp to force me backwards.
I scream from the pain as I'm tossed farther away from freedom than I had been once I woke up. "Fuck." I groan, trying to rise to my feet as the pain shoots up my back.
The first guy holding up his bleeding arm pants.
"Just stay still, little girl. We don't want to hurt you. We weren't ordered to do that... yet."
"Where the fuck am " I yell out.
"Relax, you'll figure that out soon enough." The second guy with half crushed balls moans painfully as he speaks in a strained voice.
I pant tiredly but refuse to give up now when I was in an unfamiliar place. No way am I going to listen to twiddle-dee and twiddle-dum.
I rush to my feet, making a mad run for it while they're both still engrossed in their pain. Anything to fight and get out of here.
My plan gets foiled twice as fast as before when I'm dragged back by my shoulders before I can even cross half the distance.
I struggle and push against his strength that by far out-weighs mine physically, but never giving up inspite of that.
My struggling seems to annoy the other guy, so he walks up to me slowly and just before I can swear in his face and tell him I won't stay down without a fight, he squeezes his fist hard and punches me right in the gut.
Now, this guy is built like a heavy weight wresting champion with fists twice the size of mine.
The horrifying pain sends shock through my entire body, and I go limp instantly.
Once the other guy lets go of me, I drop to the hard ground instantly and I begin projectile vomiting onto the tiled floors.
Once all that food that barely holds me up shoots out,
I begin coughing from pain.
It feels like there's fire in my guts and I'm unable to hold myself up.
Just as they stand over me, watching my limp body, the darkness around grows much dimmer as I slowly slide out of consciousness again.
"The Alpha king wouldn't be pleased with the fact that you hit her so hard." I barely hear one of them saying as I fade away.
"I had to get her to stop squirming."
I don't know how much time passes before I can open my eyes again, waking up in the unfamiliar white room once again.
I had hoped it was a dream, a terrible nightmare that just felt too real. But the pain in my abdomen begs to differ.
I attempt sitting up, realizing I'm not on the hard cold floors anymore, but on a bed.
The pain stabs like a bitch but I suck it up, leaning against the wall behind me with a pillow just at my back.
The two gruff men are nowhere to be seen this time and the door is locked unfortunately. I don't need anyone to tell me that I'm trapped.
My memories fall into place one by one, and I can fix most puzzle pieces into place.
I've been kidnapped and locked up in goddess-knows- where, and the first and only suspect is the Alpha king.
Initially, I thought rogues because of the recent reports on rogues going into school, but this makeshift prison cell is too fancy. Plus, I had heard those idiots mumbling something about him while I was half unconscious.
While I muse on it, I raise up my shirt to inspect just how badly bruised I am because of how unbearable it feels.
I uncover an ugly bruise the size of a baby's head on the side of my belly. Deep red, slowly morphing into purple.
I hiss just from touching the inflamed skin.
Son of a bitch.
I drop my shirt down, closing my eyes shut as the hot tears burn my eyes from the pain. I don't want to cry, but shit.
Fucking shit.
Just then, the mechanical door clicks and slowly begins pulling open. I have no strength to even move lightly on the bed, so I only turn to it. Right there, I come face to face with a most recognizable silhouette standing by the door. I chuckle bitterly as the person slowly approaches my bed.
"Why am I not surprised that it's you?"