7: What to do ?

 *Jonas*

 I breathe in, calming my anger and telling myself that I should not be too sassy, it is probably best if I stay on his good side.

 The man looks dangerous, and even if he had clearly felt bad about searching me against my will, I am not really doubting that he might hurt me if he feels it is needed to protect his pack.

 ‘I bet his wolf is dangerous too … and huge,’ Cana whispers in a weird tone I can’t really read.

 I shake my head internally. ‘What does that even matter ?’

 ‘Just saying,’ He chuckles like it is somehow fun, like I have time for his shenanigans.

 If you can call this a pack, I mean they are rogues, rejected by their own packs.

 Teasing him is a dangerous game, and I know it.

 I need to make him think he needs me, so he won’t hurt me too badly, as long as he believes I am a security and that I might possess valuable knowledge, he should be wanting to keep me safe.

 But how do I do this ? Is it best to deny knowing anything ? Or do I risk he will believe me and decide he doesn’t need to protect me. What will he do to me if he decides I am not really useful. I have heard rumours of this savage King and what his preferences are … a warm flash creeps up my spine at the thought.

 I will start with denial.

 ‘Be careful.’ Cana warns me.

 “You have the wrong person if it’s info you seek, they don’t confide in me,” I have a strong feeling he won’t believe me, but I am not lying, yes we talked on the matter, but no actual plans were discussed and the ideas my father had talked to them about has not been shared with me.

 “God !” His laugh comes out as a bark. “Is that really the best you can come up with little Alpha  ?”

 I give a small shrug. “I can’t really force you to believe me”.

 “You are extremely sassy and confident for someone who is a prisoner and dependent on my mercy.”

 He might be right on that, but if I roll over like a lap dog he will just see me as easy prey. “I just have a problem with being enslaved, bound and tied to a bedpost.” I let out a huff. “And most of all with having your hands all over me.”

 Cana’s voice sounds in my mind. ‘He does have nice hands though … big, strong and …’

 ‘Shut it,’ I can not deal with my wolf’s weirdness right now.

  Looking almost in pain he closes his eyes for a moment. Then as they open his eyes are stern and uncompromising yet again.

 “Okay, I will try again … do you have anything you wish to tell me voluntarily ?” He says with a voice that is just one nudge to sweet to make me feel comfortable.

 “Sorry, I have nothing.” I give him a small shrug.

 His eyes narrow in on me. “Maybe a few days here alone with no food and water will get your memory in gear and your mouth running ?”

 “You plan on starving me ?”

 Now he shrugs. “I have broken men much stronger than you.”

 Okay this was not part of the plan. I was sure he would yell at me and most likely hit me, I even took into consideration that he would do unspeakable and humiliating things to me, but starve me and withhold water, that I did see coming.

 “Oh so my little Alpha does not like the idea of that, I see,” A selfsetisfied smile spread on his full lips.

 “Just go … leave me alone,” I huff. I need space to think, to figure out what to do, how to handle this and him. I straighten my back and look in his eyes. “I am starting to feel tired.”

 An eyebrow shoots up. “That might very well be, but I am not really feeling like letting you sleep.”

 “You don’t need to worry that I will find much comfort, I highly doubt that since I am tied to the bedpost,” I try to hold back the edge of contempt in my voice.

 “About that.” He reaches out and with a quick move the cuffs clang against the bedpost and my hands are free.

 I look at my wrists. “How did you … never mind, why did you free me ?”

 “I felt like it. Also you are unarmed and you have no chance of overpowering me, there is no way for you to escape either. Sleep well little Alpha.”

 I feel like picking my jaw off the floor. “You are leaving me here, just like that ?”

 “I believe I said ‘sleep well’ I think that insinuates me leaving.” And with this he turns and walks away.

 Standing there confused I hear the twin keys locking me in and I can’t help whispering. “Shit Cana, what have we gotten ourselves into here ?”

 ‘Slavery, possibly of the sexual kind.’ Cana mumbles. ‘Not to,scare you or anything.’

 “Thanks for comforting me then,” I press the words out through clenched teeth.

 Just then my stomach chooses to rumble loudly and the threat of no food and water echoes in my head. I fear he actually meant that, despite everything he seems a man of his words.

 Not knowing what else to do I move to the crude window, thank the Goddess ot isn’t winter or that would leave the room freezing. There is still a small draft though. I look out, definitely too far, even if I could get through the hole it would be pure suicide trying to climb down here.

 But I realise something else, there is a small ledge, Maybe if I could find something fitting I can collect some dew and rain, at least I will have a bit to drink. Thirst is much worse than hunger. 

 On the table I find a small metal container that should work and I place it on the ledge, hoping it won’t get blown down by the wind. I go back to the bed, sitting down.

 Suddenly I get this weird feeling.

 Slipping off my shoes I get up again, tip toeing on my socks over to the wall that holds the door. Sliding along the wall till I reach the door. Then I bend down and look through the keyhole.

 Oh I was so right. A hazel eye is staring back at me from the other side.

 “And sleep well too !” I say out loud. Then I pull off my t-shirt and hang it on the doorknob so it blocks his view. That dirty bastard, spying on me. I don’t really want to sleep in my pants, but I am not really comfortable taking them off, who knows if he has other ways to spy on me.

 A curse rangs through the hallway outside the door. The footsteps tell me he has finally left.

 Feeling sure I am alone I dress down to my underwear and get into bed.

 There I lay for a while, just staring at the ceiling and thinking. I feel the breeze from the window again.

 I smile to myself and Cana laughs, then I start coughing.