Freya
Day 95 of captivity
The first time I woke it was dark outside, the room I was in had a small window along the back wall which set my heart racing for all of a second before the bars in front of it registered. It took way to long to get my pained mind to realise that the bars weren’t on the window however, they were surrounding me.
With a pained groan, I tried to shift around, noting the enclosure I was in but the space was so small I could barely sit up. My legs were crushed against my chest as I shifted into a slouched seated position with head touching the bars above me and I felt out with my tender hands toying to find a way out.
Once my eyes adjusted ad I was awake enough to register what I was seeing it truly sank in. I was in a cage. An animal create, with thick metal bars and a lock on the gate. I tested the cold metal, tugging on the bars one by one but none of them gave, even the gate didn’t move.
The rest of the room was filled with five other cages, although they were all empty, I didn’t doubt they would be occupied before long, but still I wondered again why I was here, why I was never sold, why they hadn’t just killed me.
I shifted my weight again, trying to find a comfortable position without any luck, every part of me hurt from the last beating I took, I tentatively touched my face, checking for broken bones but all I felt was swollen skin, at least they didn’t break my nose again, I wasn’t sure it would set right if it broke for a third time.
I tried to take a deep breath but even that hurt so I settled for small shallow ones as my eyes scanned the room and I tried to figure out how the fuck I had ended up here and wished, for just a moment, that I was the kind of person that could leave people behind because, although there had been the opportunity to escape at the old place, there was no way I would be getting out of this cage.
No now I had to change my attitude, play scared, play meek, always. I couldn’t be the mother hen anymore, I needed the assholes to drop their guard around me long enough that I could get away when I was let out for toilet breaks, if they let me out for toilet breaks.
Starting now. “Meek and scared.” I muttered the words over and over, drilling the personal into myself, and praying that I could keep my reactions realistic enough to save my own life.
Day 148 of captivity
I sat in silence, watching and waiting as the new girls were brought in. I sank back in t he cage away from the men as they walked by me, but they pai me no mind, that hadn’t for a couple of weeks now. It was working, slowly they were coming to trust that I wasn’t a threat, that I was broken. Which was exactly what I needed them to think.
The new girls were shoved into their cages, injuries ignored, and a small cup of water was handed to each of us.
I drank mine down greedily, they had started giving us less and less as the weeks went by, and I worried at this rate I was going to starve to death, or die of dehydration, I wasn’t sure which was worse.
I begged and pleaded and cried for more most days now, they never gave me any, but it was working towards the persona I was portraying. Meek and scared.
One day, one moment that’s all I needed, then I would get out of here, I would go alone but I would be back, and when I was, even the goddess wouldn’t be able to save them.
Day 165 of captivity
One of the girls died last night, they beat her pretty bad for biting a buyer and left her moaning in her cage, some time during the night the moans had stopped, and at first, I had been glad of the silence, we all had. Now I felt sick with guilty for wishing for the quiet. And just wanted the moaning again. She had been such a sweet girl, real innocence.
As each day past and I continued playing the meek and scared little girl, my anger grew in leaps and bounds. I had started dreaming of paying them back in kind, of locking them in a cage for months with little to no food or water, of selling them to the highest bidder, I had fantasised about how I would take my revenge. My dreams slowly became more violent and terrifying as I saw the faces of the girls, their screams and their last breaths before my subconscious put them into the most horrendous versions of the hell they could be living in, but the worst of it all was that half of them were probably about right.
The door to the room opened and I flinched violently at the sound of the hinges squeaking, before one of the men stepped into the room with a slight limp. I didn’t even need to see his face ow to picture it. Nine men in total had stepped foot into the rooms we were kept in, and I knew everything about each one of them. I knew their facial features, jaw lines hair colour walk and voice, I would be able to pick them out of a crowd without a moment’s hesitation but the man I really wanted was one that had never shown his face in here.
He visited often and I would know his voice anywhere, but I had no idea what he looked like. He was the one calling the shots here the one issuing orders and arranging saes, he was the man behind the curtains, and his punishment would be worse than the rest. I needed him to suffer, really suffer, the way we had.
Twenty minutes later I was alone in the room again. The men didn’t speak to me at all now. They barely even looked at me. Like I was no longer of interest to them. They hadn’t even raised a hand to me in weeks, not that I was complaining but it did have me thinking that the time would come soon when I would need to make a break for it. I waited, watched and listened to every word that was spoken inside the cabin but there was never a word spoken about me. In months of being kept here, not once had anyone ever mentioned why I was here, I was never taken before a buyer, never beaten to the same extreme as the other girls. I had even deluded myself into thinking that I was being tortured like this on purpose, forced to watch as one by one, the girls were taken, beaten and sold, stripping them of their self-worth and dignity. Something I didn’t have any longer. I had been naked for the better part of five months, I actually didn’t think I would know what to do with clothes if they were handed to me.
I had no idea how many hours passed before the door opened again and a new girl was brought in. This one was different though, she wasn’t blindfolded or tied up. She was unconscious and had blood running down her face from a nasty cut. I didn’t say a word, but I watched, memorising the girls face. She would be one more to take revenge for.
FreyaDay 165 of captivity The new girl was coming around quicker than I had expected. I sat back quietly watching, waiting for the screaming, and crying and panicking to start. I expected that tonight would be another sleepless one. Not that I begrudged the woman her horror, after all I had been here for months and still struggled to come to terms with how man could to this to other living beings.She groaned as she opened her eyes, feeling her head and her hand came away bloody and I wondered just how bad the wound was, would she even make it until morning? They hadn’t all. Her hand dropped from in front of her face as I saw the second se realised she was in a cage, but she didn’t panic like the others had, she didn’t scream of cry, she just lay there and tugged on one of the bars.“Hello.” I uttered then winced, so much for keeping to myself, so much for scared and
DamianThe drive back home to Blackrock wasn’t a particularly long one, but it seemed to take forever as the roads stretched out before us.How the hell everything had gone to shit like this was beyond me.A year ago, we were living in relative peace, there was always a small bump in the road to overcome, an argument to settle or rogues to deal with. But never had we had so many things coming at us form so many directions that we could barely keep up.Tristan had spent the last week r two in a constant state of worry, something that I wasn’t used to seeing on my Alpha.He was a good man, thrown into the role by a father that couldn’t handle the pressure and left to rule over the largest pack in our hemisphere without any support, but he was hard-headed and stubborn and had a habit of being in the right place at the right time.He was a good Alpha, there was no doubting that, but
Freya“I can’t guarantee that it will work, but I will do everything I can to get you out of here with me.” Cali uttered from her cage once the room was empty, and I offered a small smile, if money was truly all these guys cared about then there was a chance it would work, or at least it would if there was even the smallest shred of honour in the men, but I doubted it, I wasn’t holding out much hope, that was for sure.The room fell back into silence as I listened out for the men waiting patiently for them to come back although I found myself unable to sit still. Finally, after close to six months I was getting my wish. I was getting a look at the man behind the door.I closed my eyes and tried to bring up his image in my head, it was fuzzy, bits were missing. Each of the other men I could picture with perfect clarity, and it was frustrating, this man was the one that meant the most because he
DamianThings had moved fast once the warriors arrived from Oak creek, with their support, our numbers were solid, although Tris certainly had his hands full with the Luna’s brothers, they were a force all of their own. Very head strong and confident and I wondered if their sister was similar, after all, she as my Luna now.I kept my eyes on the treeline as we headed full speed towards our target, speed limits didn’t apply to an Alpha in pain, and there was no doubt that the man was suffering, never would have guessed it. If someone had told me three months ago that the Alpha of Blackrock would head over ass for a girl I would have laughed. Now I just hoped we got there in time, I hoped she was there, and I hoped we weren’t underestimating the task.We only expected between five and ten men, if there were more than that we would certainly have a fight on our hands. Not that I was complaining, I had s
FreyaEverything around me faded as my eyes refused to move, staring at the man before me, I drank him in, a good head taller than me with thick red hair and pale skin, his eyes stood out against his complexion and damn were they show stopping. He had a strong jaw, wide shoulders, and thick arms. He obviously looked after himself. My eyes trailed down his body on their own accord as reality seeped back in.My mate. Shay was over the damn moon, I could feel her excitement inside our head and the almost dance she was doing wasn’t exactly subtle but the rational, cynical part of my brain had me trying to rein it all in.After all this man was the complete opposite of me in appearance, while he was strong and healthy, I was anything but as I remembered the skin and bones I had become while in captivity, I felt fear seep into me. What if he didn’t want me?“Hi.” The man spoke, a whisper in the night, but I
FreyaBlackrock’s packhouse was huge, bigger than I expected. I had visited a couple of pack houses over the years, mostly alongside my Uncle Danny but never anything to this degree. I had of course heard of Blackrock. They were the largest pack in the area, so tales of them carried but of course there was also the talk amongst the rogues that had been whispered about over the past year or so.There were whispers of a northern pack, a new pack that was setting up and growing with the purpose of outsizing Blackrock, they had some sort of vendetta against them and were recruiting rogues to do odd jobs. Attacking the pack and such, although I never got involved in that side of things and I hadn’t heard anything in a while so maybe they had resolved the issue.But even the things I had heard didn’t do justice to the size of the territory or the packhouse itself.It looked like something out of an
DamianWell damn if this hadn’t all gone tits up. At the age of twenty-five I had almost given up on the idea of finding a true mate.I had attended mating day every year since I turned eighteen, and due to the nature of being the pack delta, I had visited more packs than I could count over the years, I had figured that if I hadn’t found her by now then I wouldn’t find her at all. So, imagine my shock when I set eyes on the tiny, skin and bones grey wolf at the cabin.It had registered straight away that it likely wouldn’t be easy. She had been held captive for months and fuck knows what they had done to her while she was there, so I knew that I would have a battle on my hands, but never did I expect her to refuse the mating. At least she hadn’t outright rejected it. that was something at least.I settled her into the room next to mine and found a pair of shorts and a t-shirt out o
FreyaThe doctor was nice enough, he poked and prodded a little, took a sample of blood to run some tests that he said he would get back to me about, gave me what looked like a year’s supply of vitamins and some supplements that he promised would help me regain a little of the weight I had lost and told me that he would be by again in a week to run another check-up. I half expected that I would be gone by then, not that I mentioned that to him. But all in all, he declared that I was in relatively good health considering. A little underweight, and malnourished, but nothing that a course of supplements, plenty of rest and some good meals couldn’t fix.I was still a little shaky, my muscles were weak, and I couldn’t stand for too long without my legs giving way, but I had every intention of rectifying that as soon as possible. After all I had work to be getting on with and the sooner I was in fighting form the
FreyaAs it turns out, a run was just what I needed to clear my head.By the time we returned to the pack house, and I headed upstairs to shower and change ready for the Luna ceremony I felt ore like myself than I had in months. I had no doubt that Damian had played a part in that.I felt confident, I was still weak, the exorcise had left me out of breath and my muscles were shaking with the unaccustomed strain of actually doing something but the burn was amazing, like I had achieved something.We ran into a couple of pack members on the way back to the house, which was an experience unlike any I had lived through before.I had been raised to be wary, to distrust before trusting, and to always be cautious, as such it was in my nature to be on the defensive, to protect myself and what was mine, although it took me until that moment to realise that I believed Damian to be mine. Which was enlightening for b
FreyaWell, this certainly wasn’t how I had expected things to go, somehow, I felt comfortable, at ease. And that was entirely Damian. He was patient and didn’t seem to mind explain things to me. I did wonder if that would still be the case when he was explaining things to me in the weeks to come, because let’s face it, there was no way I would pick up on all of this in a couple of days. This was an entirely different way of life.“Is there anywhere you would like to go?” He asked and I turned my attention to his chiselled features, taking him in for a moment and considering my answer.By the nature of our species, I was supposed to be able to trust this man with every part of my being. He hadn’t given me any indication that he was a tit for tat kind of man, so I took a leap of faith and told him the truth.“Is there somewhere we could go to shift? It’s been so lo
Freya“It’s okay. You never have to do anything that you don’t want to do here.” He uttered but he seemed disheartened, and I hated that, that my own fear and stupid reactions were causing someone else hurt. People shouldn’t be able to hold this kind of power, abusers shouldn’t have an effect on their victims and their families’ months down the line and yet I knew that unless I faced my fears, I would end up jumping at my own shadow for the rest of my life.Taking a deep breath I closed the gap between us, stopping directly in front of Damian, so close we were almost touching. His surprised eyes met mine and a slow smile spread across his face. “I want to.” I uttered my words quiet in the empty hallway. “I just don’t know how to. I’ve never lived a life like this Damian, I have no idea what I’m doing here, I’m out of my depth.” I stated
DamianI ignored the pain in my knuckles as I pounded the bag, throwing my whole weight at it in hopes of calming the storm that was raging. “Fuck!” I uttered collapsing against the bag out of breath and ignoring the split skin and blood that ran down my hand.How the fuck anyone could do that to another human being, let alone young innocent defenceless women.“Wow, Daimo’ man, You alright?” Roman asked stepping into the gym in his own workout clothes and getting an eyeful of what no doubt looked like a man on the edge of committing murder.“Not really.” I uttered dropping onto one of the benches and running my hands through my hair. “Just got finished with Jacksons deposition of Freya.” I informed knowing of course that he had missed it.“That bad?” he queries his expression suddenly sombre, and I shook my head.“Worse, man.
FreyaI bit my tongue to stop myself from apologising, to stop myself from thanking him yet again. All that would do is give him mixed signals, and as much as I wished things could be different, i knew my place in the world and it wasn’t here playing princess to a delta.“Jackson, our head warrior, would like to speak to you if you feel up to it. I said I would ask but feel free to say no, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” He stated pointedly and I nodded.“What does he want?” I asked and he shrugged a little.“I expect he would like to ask you about the traffickers. We have been having a little trouble from a pack up north, he’s concerned that the two are connected, I think he’s just trying to piece things together.” He concluded and I nodded, I guess it was the least I could do given that they were allowing me to stay here.
FreyaThe doctor was nice enough, he poked and prodded a little, took a sample of blood to run some tests that he said he would get back to me about, gave me what looked like a year’s supply of vitamins and some supplements that he promised would help me regain a little of the weight I had lost and told me that he would be by again in a week to run another check-up. I half expected that I would be gone by then, not that I mentioned that to him. But all in all, he declared that I was in relatively good health considering. A little underweight, and malnourished, but nothing that a course of supplements, plenty of rest and some good meals couldn’t fix.I was still a little shaky, my muscles were weak, and I couldn’t stand for too long without my legs giving way, but I had every intention of rectifying that as soon as possible. After all I had work to be getting on with and the sooner I was in fighting form the
DamianWell damn if this hadn’t all gone tits up. At the age of twenty-five I had almost given up on the idea of finding a true mate.I had attended mating day every year since I turned eighteen, and due to the nature of being the pack delta, I had visited more packs than I could count over the years, I had figured that if I hadn’t found her by now then I wouldn’t find her at all. So, imagine my shock when I set eyes on the tiny, skin and bones grey wolf at the cabin.It had registered straight away that it likely wouldn’t be easy. She had been held captive for months and fuck knows what they had done to her while she was there, so I knew that I would have a battle on my hands, but never did I expect her to refuse the mating. At least she hadn’t outright rejected it. that was something at least.I settled her into the room next to mine and found a pair of shorts and a t-shirt out o
FreyaBlackrock’s packhouse was huge, bigger than I expected. I had visited a couple of pack houses over the years, mostly alongside my Uncle Danny but never anything to this degree. I had of course heard of Blackrock. They were the largest pack in the area, so tales of them carried but of course there was also the talk amongst the rogues that had been whispered about over the past year or so.There were whispers of a northern pack, a new pack that was setting up and growing with the purpose of outsizing Blackrock, they had some sort of vendetta against them and were recruiting rogues to do odd jobs. Attacking the pack and such, although I never got involved in that side of things and I hadn’t heard anything in a while so maybe they had resolved the issue.But even the things I had heard didn’t do justice to the size of the territory or the packhouse itself.It looked like something out of an
FreyaEverything around me faded as my eyes refused to move, staring at the man before me, I drank him in, a good head taller than me with thick red hair and pale skin, his eyes stood out against his complexion and damn were they show stopping. He had a strong jaw, wide shoulders, and thick arms. He obviously looked after himself. My eyes trailed down his body on their own accord as reality seeped back in.My mate. Shay was over the damn moon, I could feel her excitement inside our head and the almost dance she was doing wasn’t exactly subtle but the rational, cynical part of my brain had me trying to rein it all in.After all this man was the complete opposite of me in appearance, while he was strong and healthy, I was anything but as I remembered the skin and bones I had become while in captivity, I felt fear seep into me. What if he didn’t want me?“Hi.” The man spoke, a whisper in the night, but I