Just a fore warning there is a little bit of content that may discomfort some people. Feel free to skip it. I did not go into too many details though as to keep my readers comfortable. Enjoy...
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The next morning
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Patrick woke before Chelsea and decided to start packing up the clearing. He was putting the last of the cooking equipment into his pack when he decided he should probably wake Jake and Chelsea. He walked over to his tent and was surprised to see no Jake asleep inside. His immediate thought was to run to Chelsea's tent and make sure that she was safe. He burst into the tent and was relieved to see her still sleeping, alone. He crawled over to her and shook her gently. "Chelsea, wake up. We need to pack to leave." He waited until she opened her eyes and sat up before continuing. "Also Chelsea we need to go look for Jake. He is missing and I fear he may have been taken by your little panther friend." Chelsea blinked slowly, trying to clear away the sleepy haze.
"Patrick? Oh, what time is it? Are you sure that he isn't just on a walk or something?" Patrick shook his head in a no gesture. Chelsea then leaned into Patrick. "I am just glad the panther thing didn't attack me again, or even you. I don't think I could live without you." Chelsea suddenly chocked, realising what she had just revealed.
Patrick slowly stroked her hair. He felt the same way, and he knew she was feeling the pull of their mating bond, even if she didn't know what it was. "Don't worry you will never have to live without me. I promise." He felt foolish for saying that to her, but she had just bared her heart to him, and he had to do the same for her. Eventually Chelsea started to push Pat out of the tent so she could get dressed in privacy.
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A few short minutes later
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Patrick had left the cereal and milk out for Chelsea to have breakfast and gave it to her when she left the tent. He then started to pack a bag full of the necessities to set out on a rescue adventure. Once Chelsea finished she quickly laced up her hiking boots and left for the woods behind Pat.
After a long silence Chelsea finally spoke up. "Did you hear anything last night? I know you felt something, you already said that, but did you actually hear anything? I didn't and was curious to know if you did." Patrick looked back at her and was once again taken aback by her beauty.
"I didn't hear anything, no. I thought about the possibility of Jake just leaving on his own accord, but he was so infatuated with you I figured that made no sense." He watched Chelsea waiting to hear her response but was suddenly distracted by a rustling in the bushes.
Patrick gestured for Chelsea to stay still and quiet before slowly walking towards the noise. He walked with caution, lest it be the panther. He was almost at the bush when he heard a high pitched scream that was quickly muffled. He whipped around; forgetting the noise and saw Chelsea was missing.
Shit! Maybe Jake grabbed her. Chelsea did say she felt he was a murderer or rapist or something of the sorts.
His thoughts were suddenly interrupted as a giant black bear came rushing out of the bushes towards Patrick.
The bear had a look of fear on his face, but when he noticed Pat standing there he ran at him with anger in his eyes. Pat quickly dropped to the ground, shifting as he did. By the time the bear reached him, he was already a full wolf. Patrick ran at the bear, claws unsheathed and scratched at the bears face. The bear knocked Pat to the ground and stood over him growling, saliva dripping onto Pat. Patrick's wolf was not surrendering so easily and quickly nipped at the bear's neck. HE nipped again, this time catching a large amount of the bear's neck between his jaws. The wolf bit down hard, and then pulled, ripping the bear's throat out. Patrick quickly phased back into his human form. He didn't smell Chelsea on the bear, so he knew she wasn't taken by the bear. Pat went to walk back to the clearing but found his leg was injured.
The quickest way to recover was in his wolf form, and Patrick's wolf was cocky with the knowledge.
Fine I will phase back into a wolf so I can heal. Then we will head back to the Den. Then I am in control okay? We need to find Chelsea and the only way to do that is to be in human form.
Patrick then laid down to rest for a few hours before sprinting, fully recovered, back to his Den. The hours spent waiting however were a struggle for both the human and wolf Patrick. His mate was in danger and he wasn't going to stop until he found her.
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Approximately 1 kilometre away...
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Chelsea awoke with a jump.
Where the hell am I and why does my head hurt so badly?
She tried to sit up, only to discover she was tied down by her wrists and ankles.
Shit! Why am I tied down?
Chelsea attempted to scream but soon found her throat was too dry to manage anything above a whimper. She tried to remember what had happened before she got here but came up blank. The panic then kicked in.
No! Not again. I swore I would never be like this again. How did he find me? I thought I had escaped.
Chelsea then blacked out.
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Sixteen Years Previously...
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It had all happened so quickly. When Chelsea was twenty, her partner of three years convinced her to run away with him to join a nudist biker's colony. Chelsea being young and in love agreed without as much as a second thought. What did she have to leave behind anyway? Her mother had died when she was six; he father disappeared the following year. She was no longer in any kind of contact with her foster family. Chelsea left, taking only a few clothes, some money and her pet fish, David. She left a note for her roommate along with her share of the month's rent and then left.
At first Chelsea loved being a part of the 'Free Wheelers'. Funny name for a nude biker's clan. She loved the freedom and stress free lifestyle. Josh (her partner) spoiled her rotten, even letting her drive the bike occasionally. The only downfall was the chill from riding nude. However that was soon forgotten when she had sex with Josh. He was an amazing lover, in and out of the bedroom. This though soon took a turn for the scandalous.
One night after excessive partying and drinking Josh tore through the door into the room they were sharing at a motel. Chelsea had stayed home that night, complaining about a stomach virus. She was reading a book quietly in bed when Josh stumbled over to her and started to fondle her. "Josh I am feeling too ill for sex tonight. Can't you just come to bed and sleep next to me tonight?" Josh gave up and climbed under the covers with her. She turned off the lights and snuggled into him, falling asleep almost instantly. However Josh had other plans.
Chelsea awoke later that night to find herself strapped by her wrists and ankles to the bed. Nude and splayed open for the world to see. She attempted to scream but found she had a cloth shoved in her mouth. Suddenly Josh appeared at the side of her bed and placed a blind fold over her eyes. He leant on her throat, cutting her air supply until she stopped struggling against him. "Shut up you stupid bitch. You left me high and horny and now you will suffer the consequences. Fucking whore, that is all you are, and now I am going to fuck you so you cannot walk for a weak you wretched filth. Chelsea was so scared she was sobbing quietly and accidently urinated. "Fuck you filthy piece of shit." Josh jumped back from her disgusted. He went and got a towel, placing it over the mess.
That night Josh raped her. They had previously had rough sex, but he had always been gentle enough not to hurt her too much. That night he didn't even care. He pumped in and out of her dry pussy, so hard and fast he caused her to tear and bleed. Eventually he relived himself and collapsed on top of her snoring. Chelsea thought that was the end of it but he woke up and repeated the process three more times before morning. Chelsea swore to herself that night that she would run away from him. She would never again let herself be used by him in this way.
However she did not get the opportunity to run from him until one month later. He kept using her, every second night, for a whole month. He got rougher and rougher; sometimes she would wake with a black eye or bruises. Nobody ever questioned the marks, they all assumed that her and Josh were enjoying some rough sex. When she did escape Chelsea took all of Josh's money and left him strapped to the bed, exactly the same way he strapped her the first night.
That was sixteen years ago now and Chelsea had believed she had escaped him and was safe forever. It had taken her ten years to recover from the trauma caused by the incident. For ages she kept to herself, shying away from other people. She was embarrassed to be naked in front of people or alone. She even showered in a bathing suit. Finally she slowly recovered. After eleven years she went on her first date since Josh. She enjoyed herself and decided not all men were like Josh. After twelve years she decided she wanted to marry and become a mother, the dream she had always wanted. Now sixteen years later she thought her dream was possible, within reach even. Patrick was everything she would want for a husband and she imagined he would be the best father. Now though her dreams were shattering. Now she was exactly where she had started sixteen years ago. Strapped to a bed, no actually a bench this time, naked.
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In a dark room close by...
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A dark figure stood watching Chelsea's struggle through a one-way glass window. A smile played on the lips of the stranger when she passed out. The figure turned and left the room, wanting to get something to eat.
Hmmm... Chelsea sounds like something delicious to eat right now. Too bad she is passed out; I want her to see me when I eat her. I guess real food will have to do for now.
