A bit of a longer chapter for you all as requested! This chapter is a bit more violent than usual and with no real sex. Fair warning!
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As the day wore on, I felt more and more of my powers return to me. I had spent the day listening to the thoughts of my guards and any other wolf that came within a 10 metre radius of my cell. I knew that most of the pack would be leaving the area after 7:00pm to run, a celebration of the Alpha's return to the pack. I had gathered from the minds of those wolfs (amid rather obscene images that just reaffirmed the claims of how sexually driven wolves are) that this would give me about 1 hour to escape before the pack and Alpha returned to the immediate area. As I felt my strength begin to grow, I slowly pulled on my bonds, feeling the chain slowly warp and weaken to the point where a sharp tug would snap the weakest link easily.
It was with 10 minutes to go until the pack left, the group already huddled on the grass area outside the main house, when I felt the full strength of my fae powers return. I tried again to call out to Lexter and Bytlock but they remained too far away for me to send anything but the idea of being alive to them: I was going to have to get out of this myself. Taking a ready stance, I concentrated on the minds of my 5 guards, all of which were entirely focused on their desires to be running with the pack and not on their (seemingly) helpless captive. They were bored and disgruntled. Perfect. A bored wolf was even more stupid than an attentive wolf; I gave myself the challenge to have them all dead before they even knew my chains were broken. With the wolf's venom coursing through my system, no longer affecting my body, I used it to heighten my sense of smell to that of fae and wolf combined, resulting in my ability to smell each metal used in the alloy if the door. Filtering out all the unwanted smells I focused on my guards and the house I was in, tracing and noting the most used routes and doors as paths to steer clear of. As a result, when the first howl split the air I had already planned my escape route and method of killing my guards down to which way their blood would splatter when they died. I was ready and payback was going to be a righteous bitch.
I waited for the pack to run a fair distance from the house, my guards following their progress as I did, unaware of my intentions or their impending death. With a sharp grunt, I brought my arms down in a slicing motion, the weakened link parting like clouds, and the screech of metal the only suggestion of how much force I was truly exerting. I had reached and yanked open the door before the guards even heard the sound of the link breaking, my hand already grasping the closest guards' knife as they began to flinch. Using every inch of my super fae speed, I sliced through his neck, the head slowly coming from the body as I stepped forward to slice the next chest and so on until every wolf body was spurting a fountain of blood in slow motion. By the time I had redressed in my clothes and attached my weapons to their holsters after loading them, the first guards' body hit the floor with a soft thud. I didn't wait around to hear the rest fall. As I stood in the downstairs hall, I could already feel myself slowing down, unable to maintain top speed for a long period of time but I knew there were two other wolves that would their end by my hand today and I had to find them before I was moving at a normal speed again.
Darting right, through the door, I followed my nose through the busy kitchen, the wolves in their barely inhaling fully before I was out the opposite door again and into the living room where John and Steve stood frozen mid laugh. Even amidst my furious thoughts, I had to silently chuckle to myself at the sound of the wolves laughing in slow motion. The sound was something like a seal crossed with a whale; what a fitting noise to be the last of the two rapists. Crossing the room, I pulled both guns from my hips, releasing one silver bullet from each into the chest of each wolf, just below their hearts. When I stopped before them, I paused long enough for time to catch up with me, so that (from their point of view) I appeared before them just as they felt the silver slugs worming towards their hearts and know that I was the reason for their last few moments of agony. The look of shock quickly masked the face of every wolf in the room and I stayed long enough to flash Steve and John a menacing smile before flitting into super speed once more.
As far as I was concerned, I was free. No wolf was going to catch me before I was back to normal speed and, heck; I was probably going to be miles away before they even began to chase me. They are just stupid mutts after all. With a grin, I ran from the house, the world seemingly motionless behind me, tearing through the forest and speeding past the pack of wolves, frozen mid stride. Even at their top speed, they had nothing on me when I had the fire on full blast. As I ran, I relaxed and spread my thoughts out before me, mental screaming with joy and calling to Bytlock and Lexter, feeling a dim recognition in return. Maybe it was because I underestimated the dogs and thus wasn't paying attention that I then slammed to a full stop as my body was caught in an invisible net.
I say net, but it was more like a powerful force, leeching the magic from me even as I used to try and break the hold of the substance or spell. Pulling my guns from my holsters again, I fired wildly into the substance that prevented me moving forward as the world caught up with me again and the pack caught my still lingering scent. Panicking I ran backward, away from the wall, still at a speed that caused time to slow around me but the world no longer froze. Every step became a physical exertion and I knew I didn't have long. Praying to every religious deity, I ran for the gate to the compound, hoping that the force that had held me was not protecting the entrance and exit. I hurtled past the wolves again, only this time slow enough to see the leading wolves begin to turn and follow my scent. I pushed, my breath beginning to leave me in pants rather than steady lung fulls. Still feeling the slightest contact with my friends I sent them a loud signal and locating call, not sending words only a powerful pull to my location, desperate to know that if I was trapped they were on their way.
As I ran into the main compound again, wolves from the main house were beginning to spill onto the grass as they began to track me, still moving as though stuck in thick jelly but moving nonetheless. With glee, I saw that the gates stood wide open and without a second thought ploughed straight through them, only to feel a hand clasp around my neck and squeeze tightly.
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Coming to, I found myself gagged and bound in rope that prevented me from moving even the smallest fraction. I was suspended bodily from the ceiling with no contact with any walls or objects. It was a different room than before, but still remained that cliché white washed room of every horror or sci-fi movie ever. In the corner lay my clothes, crumpled and dumped, completely uncaring for the designer price tag attached to each. And my shoes, my poor beautiful shoes, had clearly been flung from my body without a care, now lying pitifully dispersed in the far corner.
Interestingly I didn't feel as though I had been given any more wolf venom, which was smart on their part as it no longer poisoned but helped me. In fact I felt fine and had complete access to my powers. Feeling confused, I hesitantly reached out with my mind, only to immediately sense a barrier surrounding, much like the net in the forest. Cursing under my breath, I felt around until I realised I was effectively in a ball of this magic sucking substance and the fact I still had my powers was more a mockery of my situation than a gift. I hadn't heard of any wolves with this sort of weapon and certainly not one with the brain power to capture and keep a fae, even a half one. Taking a deep breath, I prepared myself for a situation that I felt was going to completely surprise me. This Alpha was not the run of the mill were.
I could of course claim that they left me hanging there for ages, embarrassed at my nudity and raging at the world, but in fact, I barely had registered all this before the door to my dungeon opened. 3 men and 2 women walked through the door. The two women were leggy, blonde and busty while looking like they spent hours in the gym every day. I immediately hated them, as every female naturally would, regardless of how nice they may be. The first two men exuded power and stood taller than the two women; one with shoulder length brown hair and the other a shorter curly blonde. However, it was the final man to walk in that held my attention, and sent alarm bells ringing. The man held a relaxed and uncaring stance and stood no taller than the other two males, but he seemed to tower over every one and his power and strength filled and dominated the room. Even my fae blood wanted to submit to this man, holding his gaze was a hard task. His eyes looked like molten amber, his lips full and jaw line strong and defined. His black hair had brown streaks running through it and was styled in that 'I just got out of bed' look that girls love. As my body cowered in fear, and my mind demanded I stay defiant, my body couldn't help but desire this man and all that he promised to be. My only problem is that I couldn't smell them, not a single one of them had any scent and I suspected the barrier had more purpose than keeping me magic less.
