Bronze eyes slowly blinked open in the dimly lit room. As they began to focus, a low groan echoed. The young woman slowly sat up and winced, reaching for her head only to notice the cuff and chain attached to her wrist. Her cat-like eyes narrowed as she studied her shackles and the room she was in.
The cuff was standard steel that was welded to a solid iron chain. It was made of small but sturdy links. The whole thing was attached to an eye hook style lag bolt that was sunk into the concrete floor. The room itself was obviously on old, unused storeroom or basement in some old building. The young woman blinked, her tail twitching pensively and sighed, her ears flattening as she looked down at the floor.
"Shit... Dumbass..."
The muttered curses sounded strange in the empty room. At 5'6", the young woman was lean with a runner's build. She was only twenty-six, but here bronze eyes were already hard from a lifetime of hardships. Her hair reached just past her shoulder and was dark brown. It complimented the black fur and white markings of her ears and tail. Though it was usually pulled back into a ponytail, at that moment her hair was down and framed strong cheekbones and a slightly masculine jaw line. Her shoulders were a bit wider and her hands were slightly large for a woman, but that came in handy when she was on duty. It meant she could keep a suspect pinned down or keep a firmer grip on her department-issued pistol or taser. After all, you never knew what to expect as an implied 'Omega' Feral police officer who was still doing street patrol.
Of course, Jack would wonder what happened to her. Then again, how many times had Jack warned her not to walk home alone after their shift ended?
"Damn, Req, you really fucked up this time..."
Requiem "Shadow" McCleary snorted. Yeah, she definately fucked up. She was still in her uniform sans shoes and gear belt, was dusty, and had been sedated via a needle in the neck. Bastard had managed to sneak up behind her without her noticing due to exhaustion.
A door opened nearby, though it was out of sight. Rquiem quietly waited while the person slowly walked toward her. She took the opportunity to observe her captor as she sat there.
He was close to six foot with short blonde hair that had been cut high and tight. He wore dark jeans and a t-shirt with sneakers and had dark eyes that looked kind but remorseful as he patiently waited for her to finish her examination of him. She noticed the lack of ears and tail and knew he was a Norm, a human. Requiem arched a dark eyebrow and finally spoke, her alto voice echoing in the room. The strange man couldn't help but liken it to a smooth dark brew and a dark forest in summer.
"Care to explain why You would kidnap a New York City cop? Cause you're risking a long prison term by keeping me here. Or are you the type of dumbass who has more balls than brains?"
The man grimaced as he spoke.
"I'm sorry. I really wish this hadn't wound up the way it has, but you would have experienced an excruciatingly painful death if I hadn't moved when I did. You caught the attention of a dangerous person and I didn't want to see you hurt or killed as a result."
He sighed.
"I hope one day you'll understand when all of this is over, though I doubt it."
Requiem blinked, then frowned. The man's voice was deep, but she refrained from trying to identify the visuals it evoked as his words sank in. Her frown morphed into a scowl.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
The man shook his head.
"I can't fully explain right now. That being said, Do you want anything besides the good and water I brought you?"
Require gaped at him incredulously.
"Seriously?! You say I'm in danger then refuse to explain?!"
Bronze eyes narrowed in anger and something dangerous glinted behind that anger.
"Try again."
He shook his head before setting the plate and bottle on the floor.
"Please, eat something. You need to keep up your strength in case things change."
With that, the man turned and walked away. Requiem watched him leave in shock.
"What the fuck was that?!"
She blinked at the spot where he had stood and then examined the tray of food he had left behind. It was a simple fare really, and earned a raised eyebrow from Requiem.
"Really? Oatmeal, salt pork, water, juice and coffee. Oh, and thanks for the apple, asshole..."
The young woman rolled her eyes and then pulled the tray closer. As she ate, Requiem quietly studied her surroundings. The room was sparse, with only a chair and her pallet occupying the space. A couple of fluorescent shop lights, the larger ones, provided light to see by. Requiem sighed as she leaned back against the wall and sipped on the bottle of water. She had to find a way out of the room and find help. Bronze eyes examined the tray, but both the tray and the utensils were made of flimsy plastic while the cup was a disposable Styrofoam. Requiem scowled.
"Damn..."
She sat against the wall and closed her eyes. Maybe she would have an idea after a nap.
A few hours later, Requiem awoke to the sound of footsteps nearby. As she sat up, she caught a familiar scent and snarled as she quickly scrambled back.
The blonde haired man from before blinked and frowned in concern.
"Are you okay?"
As he reached out to her, she bared her fangs.
"You're an Alpha!"
He flinched back at the sound of the hissed words.
"Yes."
Requiem narrowed her eyes dangerously.
"Is that what all this is about?! Because I'm an Omega, you think you can force me to submit to you?!"
