felt so damn
disoriented as consciousness finally returned to her.
“Mmm,” she groaned softly, lifting her head to gaze
around the darkness of the room. Oh, how she’d hoped to awake and realize it
was all just a nightmare; but somehow she knew better than that. This was her
reality. She could in fact turn into a bear, werewolves had indeed abducted
her, and she had seriously boned Lorcan freaking Bamey a few days ago.
It’s official, she thought as she squirmed
against the restraints binding her wrists. I just totally tossed sex with
Lorcan into that observation. Does it matter that I’m about to die? Nope! I
just had to go remembering that, didn’t I?
She let out a frustrated
whimper as she pulled against the chains again. If only she could get free…..
She froze instantly when she heard the hinges on the
door slowly creak, and she lifted her head to see a figure in the doorway.
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. She held her breath,
keeping her eyes on the silhouette of the person entering the room. What did
they want? Was it Breslin again? She really couldn’t handle any more torture
tonight.
“You’re awake,” the voice said softly. “Good.”
It was distinctly female, and Presley had to wonder if
this was another one of Breslin’s tricks. Was he sending a woman to make her
scream for a little while? Did he get some sort of sick pleasure out of making
her bleed? Her heart plummeted into her stomach as she trapped her lower lip
between her teeth.
“Don’t be frightened, Presley. I’m here to help you,”
the woman stated as she came into view.
Presley was able to make out the woman’s facial
features then. She was very pretty. She possessed prominent cheek bones and a
perfect chin. Her pale green eyes glowed gently in the dimly lit room as she
leaned forward, lowering herself to Presley’s level.
“Look at you,” she whispered with a small smile.
“You’ve grown so much.”
Presley was taken aback, and confused. Why was this
woman speaking to her as if she was a small child? Why wasn’t she torturing
her as so many had over the last few hours? Sure, there was something running
through her system, but Presley was more than aware of everything that had
happened since Breslin’s visit earlier that evening.
In fact, memories from that visit made her tremble.
She didn’t want that to happen again. She wanted to go home. She wanted to be
out of these chains and back in the safety of Uncle Arnold’s house. She
wanted…..
The chains hit the floor with a thud and
Presley’s arms were freed from their uncomfortable angle. She quickly pulled
her hands into her lap, rubbing at her wrists in turn as she stared up at the
other female. She could make out the smile on the woman’s face as she frowned.
“What’d you do that for?” Presley asked quietly. “Are
you taking me to him?” Her eyes widened slightly as she squirmed out of the
chair and tried to stand. Bad move. She stumbled forward and her knees
slammed against the floor as she gasped. Damn it. Why wouldn’t her legs work?
“Presley, be careful,” the woman whispered.
She felt a gentle touch against her back, and Presley
turned over quickly to stare up at her. “You can’t make me,” she said through
clenched teeth. “I refuse to do that.”
“Shh, shh, no,” the woman shook her head furiously.
“No, Presley. I need you to listen to me. Can you do that?”
Staring at her apprehensively, Presley’s brows knitted together.
“It depends on what you’ve got to say,” she admitted as her voice quivered.
The woman tilted her head to the side, studying her for
a moment. “I’m letting the Etorphine exit your system,” she explained in that
same soft voice. “I’m sorry I had to drug you…..it’s the only way I could keep
you from hurting yourself, but I promise you’ll be back to normal by morning.”
Presley scowled. “You drugged me? I knew it,” she
hissed. “That’s why I couldn’t change? Wow, what a
disoriented as consciousness finally returned to her.
“Mmm,” she groaned softly, lifting her head to gaze
around the darkness of the room. Oh, how she’d hoped to awake and realize it
was all just a nightmare; but somehow she knew better than that. This was her
reality. She could in fact turn into a bear, werewolves had indeed abducted
her, and she had seriously boned Lorcan freaking Bamey a few days ago.
It’s official, she thought as she squirmed
against the restraints binding her wrists. I just totally tossed sex with
Lorcan into that observation. Does it matter that I’m about to die? Nope! I
just had to go remembering that, didn’t I?
She let out a frustrated
whimper as she pulled against the chains again. If only she could get free…..
She froze instantly when she heard the hinges on the
door slowly creak, and she lifted her head to see a figure in the doorway.
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. She held her breath,
keeping her eyes on the silhouette of the person entering the room. What did
they want? Was it Breslin again? She really couldn’t handle any more torture
tonight.
“You’re awake,” the voice said softly. “Good.”
It was distinctly female, and Presley had to wonder if
this was another one of Breslin’s tricks. Was he sending a woman to make her
scream for a little while? Did he get some sort of sick pleasure out of making
her bleed? Her heart plummeted into her stomach as she trapped her lower lip
between her teeth.
“Don’t be frightened, Presley. I’m here to help you,”
the woman stated as she came into view.
Presley was able to make out the woman’s facial
features then. She was very pretty. She possessed prominent cheek bones and a
perfect chin. Her pale green eyes glowed gently in the dimly lit room as she
leaned forward, lowering herself to Presley’s level.
“Look at you,” she whispered with a small smile.
“You’ve grown so much.”
Presley was taken aback, and confused. Why was this
woman speaking to her as if she was a small child? Why wasn’t she torturing
her as so many had over the last few hours? Sure, there was something running
through her system, but Presley was more than aware of everything that had
happened since Breslin’s visit earlier that evening.
In fact, memories from that visit made her tremble.
She didn’t want that to happen again. She wanted to go home. She wanted to be
out of these chains and back in the safety of Uncle Arnold’s house. She
wanted…..
The chains hit the floor with a thud and
Presley’s arms were freed from their uncomfortable angle. She quickly pulled
her hands into her lap, rubbing at her wrists in turn as she stared up at the
other female. She could make out the smile on the woman’s face as she frowned.
“What’d you do that for?” Presley asked quietly. “Are
you taking me to him?” Her eyes widened slightly as she squirmed out of the
chair and tried to stand. Bad move. She stumbled forward and her knees
slammed against the floor as she gasped. Damn it. Why wouldn’t her legs work?
“Presley, be careful,” the woman whispered.
She felt a gentle touch against her back, and Presley
turned over quickly to stare up at her. “You can’t make me,” she said through
clenched teeth. “I refuse to do that.”
“Shh, shh, no,” the woman shook her head furiously.
“No, Presley. I need you to listen to me. Can you do that?”
Staring at her apprehensively, Presley’s brows knitted together.
“It depends on what you’ve got to say,” she admitted as her voice quivered.
The woman tilted her head to the side, studying her for
a moment. “I’m letting the Etorphine exit your system,” she explained in that
same soft voice. “I’m sorry I had to drug you…..it’s the only way I could keep
you from hurting yourself, but I promise you’ll be back to normal by morning.”
Presley scowled. “You drugged me? I knew it,” she
hissed. “That’s why I couldn’t change? Wow, what a
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