Chapter Fourteen ▪︎

Hello, Taylor

(Taylor {Hill} is the model I used as the faceclaim for Dahlia)

"Wake up, Susan." I heard someone whisper in my ear. I'm not sure about you, but I hate it when someone whispers in my ear. It tickles so bad and my hands are still cuffed so I cannot scratch the itch- it makes me hate the man that cuffed me even more. I opted for rubbing my shoulder against my ear and it was relieving.

"What do you want?" I grumbled.

"There are many things I want, why are you asking me that question?" He looked confused. Thankfully, he kept his promise and turned on the lights so I could see his scruffy face.

So lycans truly are stupid.

"Nevermind." I yawned and propped myself up, resting my back against the headboard. As I was yawning, I noticed he had raw meat on a tray and was putting it on my lap that was now covered in a blanket. I also noticed that he was butt naked and my eyes bulged out of my head at the discovery. It had me wide awake as I harshly closed my eyes and turned my head to the other side of the bedroom.

"What's wrong? Does something hurt?" He worried as he approached me quickly and forcefully turned my head in his direction, forcing me to open my eyes. His face was thankfully the only thing I could see, however I did not like the small distance there was beetwen his and my own, so I backed away into the headboard.

"You're naked." I spoke at him.

"So what? It's not like you haven't seen a naked male before."

Unfortunately, I have, and it still stuck in my mind. At least Armie has a better built than the chubby short man that was running around the tavern butt naked.

"Yes, but you could still spare me the details of your male anatomy."

"What is a male anatomy?" He questioned me. His face was still very close, but I had moved sideways to the other side of the bed. I tried to move farther as best as I could but still having my hand tied to each side of said bed made it quite difficult. Also, the raw meat on my lap almost fell on the sheets while I wiggled.

"The thing you pee out of. Unless you lycans pee out of your ass- or somewhere else for that matter." I replied.

"You mean the part of my body I'd use to reproduce with you?"

I choked on my saliva and looked at him as if he was crazy. "Wha- who- what's wrong with you?!" I screamed at him while vigurously fighting the unreasonably comfortable handcuffs keeping me trapped.

The damn meat kept sliding around!

He held me down and used his voodoo eyes that were glowing again to calm me down. Even though I was physically calm, my mind was panicking.

"What is happening to you? Do you not understand the concept of mates?" He asked me, his eyes were still affecting me and I had to answer truthfully.

"I do, but we are not mates." I spoke in a daze.

"Yes, we are. Don't speak of such non-sense." He growled and his eyes turned to a lighter silver colour. They almost reminded me of white pearls due to how blinding they were. My head started hurting from the light of his eyes and I'm assuming their magic. He stepped back and somehow, the meat was on the chair in the corner of the room where my captor used to sit. He turned around, picked up the tray and put it in front of me. He vanished and in a second, he was back holding a fork and a knife.

He picked up the tray from my lap and placed it on his own. He started cutting it into small pieces and held one piece towards me, the fork still stabbed in it.

I was never a picky eater, but I'm not planning on getting salmonela or some other disease us humans are vulnerable to.

"I can not eat that, I apologise." I muttered as I looked at him vearily.

"Why not? It's fresh, I caught it while you were sleeping." He scrunched his eyebrows.

"I'm human, raw meat is not good for my system; I could get sick and eventually die if not treated." I explained.

Don't think of me as being stupid for being nice to him; I was the exact opposite. If I treated him nicely, he'd treat me nicely as well and slowly I'd gain his trust. I could also gain his friendship and he'd hesitate to hurt me if it ever got to that point.

"I don't know how to cook meat; I only know how to burn it." He spoke with a straight face. I laughed at his answer, though I knew he was scared of me dying when I mentioned it.

"I could-" He cut me off, "No. You are to be in bed and rest till the next full moon for our mating."

I gulped. That is not good.

"But how am I supposed to rest with an empty stomach? I will not be fertile if I lose a lot of weight and I could die." I cringed at the second sentence.

His eyes sparkled as he thought of a new idea, "If I turn you, we won't have any problems."

"But I'll be too weak from the shift to mate with you." I spoke quickly.

I'm fine with staying human, thanks.

He growled, "I will feed you my blood. It will make you immune to any human disease. "

He took the knife from the plate and his eyes sparkled silver as he cut his veins.

"Open your mouth, Susan."

Like a string doll, I opened my mouth, unable to disobey him. He put his thick wrist in between my lips and I found myself willingly gulping down his blood.

He can't make you enjoy it, that was all you, I thought as I unfortunantly moaned and drank more blood than necessary.

-published March 13th, 2019