Chapter 8
I slightly moved my hands. They had restrained my hands behind my back.
"Sir, we are almost there...” One of the men who kidnapped me, the one I was able to see, spoke. “The girl is still asleep... Yes Alpha," he placed his phone down.
"How's the girl?" The man asked.
I looked slightly to my left and saw a man sitting next to me. He lifted his right hand towards me and I immediately closed my eyes. I stayed as calm and as still as I could, not wanting to show that I was awake. The man moved my hair out of the way to look at my face. He stared a bit too long for my liking. Did he know I was faking it?
"Drug her again.” No!
The man beside me pulled out a box from under his seat. He took out the needle and grabbed my arm tightly. At this moment, I didn’t care whether it was a shock to them or not if I was awake. I pulled my arm away just before the needle touched my skin. The man huffed and managed to grab me once again. He held me down against the leather seat. I yelled for him to stop as the needle pricked my skin. He continued to hold me down afterwards until whatever they gave me started taking effect. Everything was happening faster, before my thoughts became disoriented, I knew they had given me more than the first time. My eyelids grew heavy and shortly after they shut completely, my body grew limp afterwards and that was all I could remember.
I slowly looked around, focusing on my surroundings. A lightbulb hung a few feet above me, lighting the empty room. It had no windows or vents. Where am I? I looked down at my body. My clothes were dirty, stained with dirt. My hands were tied behind my back and my legs were tied to the legs of the wooden chair.
I could hear a series of footsteps becoming louder and louder until they stopped. For a second everything became quiet until the door slammed open hitting the wall, making me jump. I swallowed hard. From the corner of my eye I could see a figure and immediately closed my eyes. I could feel a pair of eyes staring at me as if they were burning through my skin.
"No... it can't be..." my voice cracked. I could feel my throat burning and my eyes filling with tears, blurring my vision. I couldn't believe who I was seeing.
"Hello gorgeous," the man smirked. Unable to find my voice, I looked down at the ground. He grabbed my chin and lifted my face up, making me look at him. His mouth formed into a thin line.
"Look at me when I'm speaking to you," he tightened his grip on my chin before letting it go roughly.
"W-why am I here?" I stuttered. My heart pounded against my rib cage. He didn’t respond.
He stood up and walked away.
"No!" I yelled. "Don't leave me here!" The tears I had been holding back oozed down my face. The door slammed shut.
I heard footsteps. The door squeaked as it opened and footsteps were heard again. I began to shiver, the room turned cold. I looked to my right. I thought the footsteps were coming from there, but saw the door was closed. My eyebrows furrowed together. I turned to face forward and gasped.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," the woman smiled.
I stared at the woman. The woman wore black ripped jeans, a white off the shoulder crop top, and black combat boots. She also wore several rings on both her hands and a white quartz necklace that hung from her neck. Who was this woman?
"My name is Isabel, it's a pleasure to meet you Emma," the woman said.
Isabel laughed, "I knew your name long before they told me." My eyes widened.
"How do you know what I'm thinking?" I arched an eyebrow.
"It's a gift of mine," Isabel smiled.
"I brought you something," Isabel pulled a bag she had hid behind her back. She pulled out a loaf of bread, a water bottle, and a plastic container filled with slices of fruits.
"I'm sorry I couldn't get you a more decent meal," Isabel placed each item on the ground on top of the bag so that it wouldn't get dirty.
"I'm going to untie you, but you have to promise me not to run. You can trust me. Besides, it wouldn't do you any good running."
I nodded. I trusted Isabel, but didn't know why other than the fact that Isabel was being nice to me and had brought me food. I knew running wouldn't be good either after my talk with Mason.
"So you know Mason?" I asked as Isabel untied my ropes.
"Yeah, for quite some time actually."
Once untied, I grabbed the bread. Isabel leaned against the wall watching me eat.
"Do you... work for him?" I looked up at Isabel.
"No, I work on my own. It's more like he needs me," she grinned.
I nodded. There was silence between us until I finished eating. "So what happens now... with me?" I swallowed the lump in my throat.
"You'll stay with us. Hopefully join the pack. We need you."
"What do you mean you need me? What pack? Why would I stay? I have a life. I can't stay."
Isabel moved away from the wall and crouched in front of me, "I'm sorry that this had to happen, but I promise you that you can benefit from this. I'm sure you have questions about your parents disappearance." I widened my eyes.
"How do you- Do you know what happened to them?" I leaned forward, grabbing Isabel's hands. "If you do please tell me!"
Isabel sighed, "I don't know... But with your help I know we can find that out."
I furrowed my eyebrows together, "me? What could I possibly do to help?"
Isabel stood up, "I have to go but just listen to whatever Mason says. Do not give up and most certainly do not die. I'm counting on you." She began walking away. I quickly stood up and ran after her.
"Wait! What do you mean by that? Please don't leave me here!" I banged my fists against the door. Tears blurred my vision.
"Isabel please!" I laid my palms and forehead against the door.
"Please..." I said softly as tears spilled from my eyes. I placed my back against the wall and slid onto the ground. I pulled my legs up to my chest and placed my head against my knees.