TAMING THE PLAYBOY ALPHA - Chapter 82: Chapter 82
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: NAUGHTY GIRL
SILAS' POV:
"Will you let me go now?" I ask, referring to the binds holding me down.
The issue had been solved; my wolf had a minor episode but is clearly calm now.
"Not now, Silas. We don't know what happened, or why you reacted that way. Adam said you looked like you were in pain." He adds.
Yeah, I was in pain. It was fierce and painful unlike anything else. The feeling was so similar to the reaction a wolf would get from being stabbed with silver.
The same burning sensation of hot molten metal coursing through you. Like fire melting your organs from within.
My wolf going mental was another thing that didn't correlate with the symptoms. He had never tried to force control, or won either.
"The worst has passed. I'm fine, and work needs to get done."
Freya is still out there, a second wasted is a second she spends lost in a foreign place.
"I'll oversee the search, but you need to stay chained down. You won't get anything done if you attack every single person that should be helping you every few minutes, for reasons unknown."
"I need to find Freya..."
"And you will. She will pop up from nowhere healthy and unharmed. It might take some time but I promise you, Silas, I swear that Freya is fine and safe." He says too intensely with a look in his eyes.
I watch him for a moment longer, my guts telling me that something somewhere sounds off.
"You sound like you know something I don't. You're a little too confident to be swearing she's fine when for all we know, she isn't."
He waits for a second before responding.
"I'm just being hopefully." He says.
I watch him again for a moment, his unconscious fidgeting inspite of his indifferent gaze, the perspiration on his forehead as well. The racing of his heart I can easily pick.
"Are you okay?"
"Definitely."
"You don't look fine though, you're sweating." I say as my eyes reduce into slits.
He quickly wipes the moisture from his skin with his sleeves, like it's nothing.
"It's just... really hot this afternoon." He adds again.
It's obvious he's hiding something and lying about it, but I let it slide and end it there. Whatever it is, I'm sure he has good reason to share nothing on it.
I sigh, still unwilling to hand it over to Lucas but it's either him or Adam, and he's right though. Till I figure out what's wrong with me, I need someone standing in for the mean time.
"You should take over while I recuperate."
He nods curtly.
"Alright."
With that, he walks out the room, and I'm finally alone.
I'd trust Lucas with my life any day, but I cannot shake the unsettling feeling in my gut that something's wrong somewhere.
FREYA'S POV:
I'm pulled suddenly into consciousness as though waking up from a terrifying nightmare.
The images of being whipped and the agonizing pain that follows flashes through my mind in a sudden instance.
Once I clamor to sit upright, the pain hits in every fiber of my being, and I realize it's not only a nightmare but reality.
"Urgh!" I groan out painfully, clutching the arm that had dislocated from my fall.
Holding it tightly brings in another pain from my bruised burnt flesh, still wet and oozing blood but wrapped in bandages now.
My entire body is mummified but I'm still clad in my old dirty clothes. Moving my banged up body and joints, I realize how much of a bad job's been done in patching me up.
The final thing I realize is where I am.
I'm no longer in the modernized cell room with a bed and a toilet by the side.
I'm on the hard floor of a dim lit cell room, a much more smaller space with nothing but dirt around me. And before me are metal bars, confining me to the old dirty space.
I try to speak but my throat suddenly feels as dry as a desert and rubbed with sand paper.
I begin coughing just from the attempt, using every last energy in my body to itch my throat.
Once I'm finally done and breathing faster, I heard footsteps growing closer as though approaching me, but I can barely see anything right now.
A silhouette suddenly emerges, standing just outside my cell and looks down at me.
I force my eyes open and look up, trying to make out the shape of his face but it's too dim and for some reason, I can't get them to focus long enough.
Even my own body gives way and I fall sideways, weakened for some reason.
"You're finally awake." He says.
I can hear the taunt in his voice and his light snicker.
His statement only makes me wonder just how long
I've been out of consciousness.
"Where am I?" I ask with a croaked voice.
It's even harder to utter a word now.
"You were a naughty girl, so you got tossed into the punishment chamber. Nothing like the fancy treatment you've been getting, sweetheart. Here, you only get food when I feel like it." He chuckles at the end of his statement.
My head continues to spin while I make out his words, trying to figure them out as well.
One thing I can put together, however, is that my plan flopped harder than anticipated and now, I'm stuck in this ditch till they feel otherwise.
And Lucas...
Where the hell is Lucas?
He said they were just supposed to hold me here till after the mating ceremony. What the hell is happening?
I groan, rubbing my throbbing head that seems to spin even faster.
"Ah, you probably feel like shit now. You were injected with a little bit of wolfsbane, not enough to kill ya. Just a precaution to keep you from running again."
What the hell?
"And from now on, ya foods gonna be laced with wolfbane as well. You can decide not to eat it, of course, but if you waste one meal, you gotta wait till whenever the next is gonna come." He explains with so much thrill in his voice.
I imagine he's enjoying every moment of my torture, even though I've never done anything to this man to warrant it.
Maybe he's just a psychopath.
He laughs at me for his own enjoyment before finally walking away once I've done nothing more than wince.
Tears slide down my eyes, hot warm tears that trickle down my cheeks before my emotions pour out in a flood.
I cry, wailing out to no one in particular, my body reverberating in a sob. And from the pain that hurts everywhere, the stinging in my heart, my weakness, and pain.
I cry till I'm too overwhelmed by the weight of darkness hovering over me, and fall into another deep slumber.
SILAS' POV:
"Will you let me go now?" I ask, referring to the binds holding me down.
The issue had been solved; my wolf had a minor episode but is clearly calm now.
"Not now, Silas. We don't know what happened, or why you reacted that way. Adam said you looked like you were in pain." He adds.
Yeah, I was in pain. It was fierce and painful unlike anything else. The feeling was so similar to the reaction a wolf would get from being stabbed with silver.
The same burning sensation of hot molten metal coursing through you. Like fire melting your organs from within.
My wolf going mental was another thing that didn't correlate with the symptoms. He had never tried to force control, or won either.
"The worst has passed. I'm fine, and work needs to get done."
Freya is still out there, a second wasted is a second she spends lost in a foreign place.
"I'll oversee the search, but you need to stay chained down. You won't get anything done if you attack every single person that should be helping you every few minutes, for reasons unknown."
"I need to find Freya..."
"And you will. She will pop up from nowhere healthy and unharmed. It might take some time but I promise you, Silas, I swear that Freya is fine and safe." He says too intensely with a look in his eyes.
I watch him for a moment longer, my guts telling me that something somewhere sounds off.
"You sound like you know something I don't. You're a little too confident to be swearing she's fine when for all we know, she isn't."
He waits for a second before responding.
"I'm just being hopefully." He says.
I watch him again for a moment, his unconscious fidgeting inspite of his indifferent gaze, the perspiration on his forehead as well. The racing of his heart I can easily pick.
"Are you okay?"
"Definitely."
"You don't look fine though, you're sweating." I say as my eyes reduce into slits.
He quickly wipes the moisture from his skin with his sleeves, like it's nothing.
"It's just... really hot this afternoon." He adds again.
It's obvious he's hiding something and lying about it, but I let it slide and end it there. Whatever it is, I'm sure he has good reason to share nothing on it.
I sigh, still unwilling to hand it over to Lucas but it's either him or Adam, and he's right though. Till I figure out what's wrong with me, I need someone standing in for the mean time.
"You should take over while I recuperate."
He nods curtly.
"Alright."
With that, he walks out the room, and I'm finally alone.
I'd trust Lucas with my life any day, but I cannot shake the unsettling feeling in my gut that something's wrong somewhere.
FREYA'S POV:
I'm pulled suddenly into consciousness as though waking up from a terrifying nightmare.
The images of being whipped and the agonizing pain that follows flashes through my mind in a sudden instance.
Once I clamor to sit upright, the pain hits in every fiber of my being, and I realize it's not only a nightmare but reality.
"Urgh!" I groan out painfully, clutching the arm that had dislocated from my fall.
Holding it tightly brings in another pain from my bruised burnt flesh, still wet and oozing blood but wrapped in bandages now.
My entire body is mummified but I'm still clad in my old dirty clothes. Moving my banged up body and joints, I realize how much of a bad job's been done in patching me up.
The final thing I realize is where I am.
I'm no longer in the modernized cell room with a bed and a toilet by the side.
I'm on the hard floor of a dim lit cell room, a much more smaller space with nothing but dirt around me. And before me are metal bars, confining me to the old dirty space.
I try to speak but my throat suddenly feels as dry as a desert and rubbed with sand paper.
I begin coughing just from the attempt, using every last energy in my body to itch my throat.
Once I'm finally done and breathing faster, I heard footsteps growing closer as though approaching me, but I can barely see anything right now.
A silhouette suddenly emerges, standing just outside my cell and looks down at me.
I force my eyes open and look up, trying to make out the shape of his face but it's too dim and for some reason, I can't get them to focus long enough.
Even my own body gives way and I fall sideways, weakened for some reason.
"You're finally awake." He says.
I can hear the taunt in his voice and his light snicker.
His statement only makes me wonder just how long
I've been out of consciousness.
"Where am I?" I ask with a croaked voice.
It's even harder to utter a word now.
"You were a naughty girl, so you got tossed into the punishment chamber. Nothing like the fancy treatment you've been getting, sweetheart. Here, you only get food when I feel like it." He chuckles at the end of his statement.
My head continues to spin while I make out his words, trying to figure them out as well.
One thing I can put together, however, is that my plan flopped harder than anticipated and now, I'm stuck in this ditch till they feel otherwise.
And Lucas...
Where the hell is Lucas?
He said they were just supposed to hold me here till after the mating ceremony. What the hell is happening?
I groan, rubbing my throbbing head that seems to spin even faster.
"Ah, you probably feel like shit now. You were injected with a little bit of wolfsbane, not enough to kill ya. Just a precaution to keep you from running again."
What the hell?
"And from now on, ya foods gonna be laced with wolfbane as well. You can decide not to eat it, of course, but if you waste one meal, you gotta wait till whenever the next is gonna come." He explains with so much thrill in his voice.
I imagine he's enjoying every moment of my torture, even though I've never done anything to this man to warrant it.
Maybe he's just a psychopath.
He laughs at me for his own enjoyment before finally walking away once I've done nothing more than wince.
Tears slide down my eyes, hot warm tears that trickle down my cheeks before my emotions pour out in a flood.
I cry, wailing out to no one in particular, my body reverberating in a sob. And from the pain that hurts everywhere, the stinging in my heart, my weakness, and pain.
I cry till I'm too overwhelmed by the weight of darkness hovering over me, and fall into another deep slumber.
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