I thought dying would be more peaceful. Like seeing a bright light right before you see heaven.

Or I don't know, a burning sensation of dropping to hell.

But I just didn't feel anything. Just numb.

But then I heard voices, I thought maybe it could be an angel, but they were just regular voices. Am I not dead?

At first they were just mumbles, words and syllables mushed together making an incoherent goo.

"...kill her?" I suddenly hear.

"Because she's my mate Jared, we can't." I hear a different voice say.

Just saying, what did I even do for them to consider torturing me?

"She's a human Alpha!" The first voice speaks up again, the same voice, the same man that tortured me.

Suddenly I hear a low growl, "Shut up before I rip your tongue out. I don't want to wake her," he grumbles out.

Why did he just growl?

His growl sounded vaguely familiar to the one I heard before I was knocked out conscious. But his sounded more threatening, more demanding. "Let's take this outside, now." He continues.

The next thing I know is that I hear two sets of feet shuffling and the door closing.

Well that was intimidating.

I open my eyes slowly, very slowly. Crusts concrete my eyelids together. I swear as I open them up I can hear cracks from the cement like goo.

I focus my eyes on my surroundings. I'm no longer in the torture room nor the cage, but a bedroom. Quite a big one I might add. The walls are cream colored matched with a dark wooden floor. Many bookshelves line the walls, filled with an assortment of old binded stories and nicknacks.

I shift my position noticing the soft duvet wrapped around me.

I'm laying in a bed?

The covers are a dark grey paired with cream colored pillows to match the walls.

Why would they bother putting me into a room, in a bed, after they almost killed me? I don't understand any of it.

All I know is that I have to leave before they come back in. I need to find civilization to help me.

Loudly I groan when I lift myself up, my bones creaking with the sudden movement, my muscles on fire.

I swing my legs over the bed, removing the warm covers from my body.

Lightly I touch my now bare feet onto the floor, as my large jacket bags at my wrists.

Well here goes nothing.

I push myself off the bed shifting my weight back on my heels as I stand on the cold wood floor.

Stabilizing myself I stand, no quivering of my legs, but stable.

I decide to take a step, but as soon as I shifted my weight onto my front foot my muscles couldn't handle it. Immediately I deplete to the ground below.

My knees hit with a hard thud sending waves of pain through my entire body.

I bite my lip harshly stopping myself from crying. The pungent taste of iron invades my tastebuds as I pierce my lip.

I'm sore everywhere! My face hurts, my forearm hurts, my whole body aches.

Suddenly my door bursts open making me jump a mile in the air. What I see is a tall man, built strongly, with midnight black hair shaved on the sides but long and tousled on the top. If I wasn't terrified of him, I'd think he was attractive, but I'm terrified so I have no time to think about that. "You're suppose to be on bed rest little one," he says softly walking towards me.

As he takes steps closer I see his deep blue eyes, this striking memories into my head. He's the one that called me worthless, that was about to continue with my torture, maybe even worsen it.

Hurriedly I scramble against the ground, even if it hurts me to make any movement. I need to get away from him.

But as history repeats itself, I back right into a corner, just great. "No, no, no, please stay away from me," I plead. Tears escaping my eyes.

He stops abruptly a few feet away from me with a hurt expression on his face. "I'm not going to hurt you," he tells me quietly holding out his hands as if telling me he intends no harm.

"Then why was I electrocuted, an-and hit multiple times?" I ask pulling my knees to my chest. I can still feel the volts of electricity race through my veins.

He looks down getting onto his knees in front of me. "That was mistake, I didn't know you were my-" he stops abruptly making eye contact with me again. The dark blues of his eyes mixing with my deep green ones.

His what?

So he just fucking stopped torturing me because I was something to him? I've never seen this gorgeous, yet dick of a man in my life.

"Your what?" I whisper.

He gives me a slight smile, "In time little one. In time." What does he mean by "in time?" Is he making me stay here?

No, no, no, no, and no. I might have a shitty life back home, but I don't want to stay here. I don't want to be held captive, and I sure as hell don't want to be tortured once again.

"If it's not too much to ask," he starts out biting his lip slightly. "What's your name?"

Should I tell him my name? He is my kidnapper after all. But what do I have to lose? It's not like I'm going to stay here, "W-Willa."

He immediately smiles and dimples show up on the sides of his cheeks. "My names Greyson," he tells me. I nod slightly looking down at my knees that are still tightly clutched to my chest. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up."

I look at my leggings that have multiple withered holes. I probably smell from the amount of sweat I've produced today, and I'm covered in dirt from sprinting through the woods.

I look rough.

I look up to him giving him a weary look, hugging my knees tighter to my chest. "I'll leave the room so you can have privacy," he smiles standing up.

I'm still so confused. One moment he calls me worthless, electrocutes me, and next he introduces himself, and bothers to ask if I need to freshen up.

I don't get any of it.

"Come on, I'll help you to the bathroom," he says offering his hands.

With no other option I reluctantly grab his right hand in my left. He shivers slightly at our sudden contact almost dropping me back to the ground. But on instinct he reaches out and grabs my other arm, but lucky for me that's where the man, or Jared dragged me.

That's where he clamped his fist so tightly around my forearm I knew I'd develop a deep bruise.

And when Greyson gripped onto it I couldn't help, but scream out in pain.

My arm throbbed all the way through, radiating around my body.

Immediately Greyson's face fills with worry taking his hand off my arm. I couldn't help it when tears started overflowing my eyes.

Quickly he swoops me off my feet cradling me in his arms. My face presses against his toned chest smelling his scent. Woodsy with a hint of cologne, damn if I wasn't in great pain at this moment I'd be desiring his smell.

Little hiccups escape my lips as a never ending stream of tears escape my eyes.

He sets me down on the vanity, "Which arm hurts?" He asks seriously but softly.

Motioning my right arm, I sniffle.

Quickly but carefully he grabs my hand pushing my jacket sleeve up my arm. This revealing a deep blue and black bruise covering most of my forearm. I gasp loudly at the extent of the bruise.

I've never had a bruise that looked this bad, this deeply colored.

The next thing I do-I probably shouldn't of, but I turn around looking in the mirror.

What I see is another giant bruise on my right cheek along with a large gash just beneath my eye. My eyes were blood red with dark circles underneath them as if I haven't slept in months. I gasp once again touching my face, "W-what did he do to me?" I look nothing like myself.

"Shh, shh, don't worry about it." Greyson tells me lightly pinching my chin turning it in his direction, away from my ugly reflection.

"M-my face-"

"Looks fine," he smiles lightly rubbing his thumb on my chin. "I'm going to go um, talk to Jared. I'll leave my bathrobe here for you to change into after your bath. Call me in when you're finished so I can help you back in the bedroom. I'll give you some clothes to change into," he hurries out in one breathe. Greyson then carries me over to the tub and sets me on the side turning on the faucet.

I give him a slight nod before he walks out of the bathroom, giving me time to truly see how spectacular this bathroom truly is. I mean I'm sitting on a fucking jacuzzi for christ's sake. The vanity is massive with dark granite counter tops, and the sinks have cool sort of futuristic faucets. And located on the other end of the bathroom is a huge shower with an over head faucet so it's like the water is raining down on you. Truly this is the nicest bathroom I've ever witnessed.

Immediately when I set myself in the hot water my muscles become relaxed. I smile to myself leaning against the back of the tub.

I start thinking about what all happened. First I'm betrayed, kidnapped, tortured, and treated nicely. I can't wrap my head around it.

Still, why the hell is Greyson treating me like this? Why did he all the sudden decide to give me mercy, treat me like any person would like to be treated?

Thirty minutes or so later, I decide it's time to get out as my fingers begin to prune.

Lifting up the metallic plug I release all the tub water down the drain. Slowly I hoist myself back on the edge of the bathtub finding the bathrobe Greyson said he put out.

I find the big white fluffy item. Slipping it on I bask in the softness of the object, feeling the warmth it gives my cold body.

Should I call his name, now that I'm done? That's what he said genius, a little voice in my head pipes up.

"Uh, Greyson?" I call.

Suddenly I hear a few footsteps, "Yeah? Is everything alright?" I hear him say from the other side of the door.

I tuck my wet hair behind my ear looking down to my lap, "Yeah, I'm just done."

The door creaks open and Greyson walks through. I glance up to him for just a second and then look back down to my lap. I don't think I can trust him. I mean yeah he's the only person here that's showed me any sorts of kindness. But it just feels, strange.

"I've got some clothes laying out on the bed, it's the smallest clothes I could find. But you'll probably still be swimming in them," he chuckles picking me up once again. And he's probably true. I'm short around 5'3 and he's tall probably 6'6. It'll be like an ocean in his clothes.

I could've been hallucinating but I thought he took a big whiff of my scent while he was carrying me to the bed. I mean I used his shampoo and conditioner, but it's still kind of weird to smell someone so intensely.

He carefully sets me on the edge of the bed looking down to me with warm eyes. "I'm sure you'll feel better in the morning so when you wake up I'll be in the kitchen." He says and I didn't even notice it being dark outside. And how am I even tired?

I abruptly yawn covering my mouth as a little squeak comes out. That just sounded like a dying pig, my consciousness says. I'm not going to lie. It did sound pig like, but I'm tired I can't help it.

Greyson chuckles softly, "Sorry that happens when I'm tired." I say quietly not looking up to him.

"It's alright. I'll leave you to sleep," he starts walking towards the door. "Goodnight Willa," he tells me before the door clicks behind him.