My last remaining adrenalin must have exhausted itself as somehow, I fell asleep. I even dreamed.
They were not nightmares of being kidnapped but instead peaceful dreams of ascending, like reaching the top of a wooded hill and basking in the nature around me. Very soothing and calming. Perhaps my brain is trying to soothe my fear-soaked body into believing I will be okay.
However the instant Ivan rolled over in the bed my eyes shot open, tense, and ready, staring up at the mattress, fists clenched and ready. I am not being naïve enough to assume that just because he didn’t harm me last night he won’t pounce in the morning.
Instead I hear manly stretching, grunting noises then a rustle as a face quietly peers over the bed to see where I am. Surrounded by a dozen towels in a strange little den, just my face peering out and a mass of blonde hair. I am fully aware I look ridiculous. For once his face changes, a strange little half-smile forms and he mutters, “you look like a mouse,” as he swings his huge legs off the mattress and heads to the bathroom.
My eyes helplessly registered that his body had healed completely from last night. I found it impossible to look away, my eyes begging him to slow his walk so I could look a little closer as to where that V-line was headed. Meanwhile, my brain begged me to grab a fire poker to defend myself.
In the end I did neither as the door knocked loudly. I scurried into the bathroom to hide, almost running into Ivan who was brushing his teeth. He lifted his arms up, grunting “woah” as I edged around the bathroom door to hide. He said nothing as he watched me scurry, instead headed over to open the door, wrapping his black and red robe around his huge body.
“Good morning sir,” a female voice called, perhaps one of the girls from last night?
“Hello Martha, can I help?”
“I’m here for your…your girl actually? I understand you took one last night. Is she fit for the bathhouse this morning?”
“Yes, she is,” then addressing the bathroom, “can you come out please?”
I peered my head around the door and saw the dark eyed, brunette woman from the previous night. The older one who had applied my make up and whispered for me to look for the Inferno. Whoever this Inferno was, he hadn’t shown up to help me, I was now helplessly trapped with Ivan. With a feral, murdering shifter.
Whilst his green eyes watched me closely, I saw Martha’s brow furrow. Crumpled messy sheets and towels everywhere, it certainly gave the impression of him having had his prize. And I was wearing his hooded sweatshirt.
Like a girlfriend.
I gasped at the realisation and immediately removed it, throwing it to the side like it was rotten and stood in the freezing negligee once more.
Slowly padding past Ivan, I caught an unusual apple scent as I came close to his body. Against every instinct I found myself inhaling, as if trying to take in some more of his smell. He was a foot taller than me as my eyes met his bare chest in the gap of his robe. As I manoeuvred to Martha’s side, I reasoned wherever she was taking me had to be better.
Unless…was I being swapped?
Taken to another shifter?
The one-eyed psychopath or the bearded, angry one? Was this bathhouse the kind where men went to be pleasured by whores? Am I one of those whores now?
I’ve heard enough rumours and stories about the wants of human men, my mind immediately assumes shifters are ten times more depraved.
The more possibilities I considered the more rapid my breathing became, my hands began trembling all over again. Martha saw my flustering panic and said soothingly, “it is a women only bathhouse at this time of day, designed to aid your recovery dear. You shall be brought back here after…if that is acceptable?”
“Yes please Martha. Please try and get her to eat and drink too if you can. I’ve got to get to a briefing.” His voice was completely different to the tough-guy “pussy mileage” thug of last night. Which one was the act though? He talked to Martha with such good manners and breeding, what is he doing in this world of death?
With a thousand other thoughts racing I jumped as I felt Martha’s hand on my bare arm. She gently guided me away from the threshold of the room and back into the grey labyrinth of corridors. Silently we weaved, heading upwards until we entered an entirely strange new alien world.
A spa. Luxurious marble tiled walls and benches, showers, individual bathing pools with scents and aromatherapy. How did this place exist in the same world as the concrete corridors? The sound of steaming, flowing waterfalls pouring and scents of jasmine was a sharp contrast to the grey squalid cell I had known..
Martha guided me towards one of the individual bathing pools, a deep tub with steam rolling off in cloudy waves. “Take off your dress dear, there is only us today so don’t be shy.”
I gratefully lowered myself into the warm water, murky with oils and balms, the scent of oranges and lime filled my head with memories from a happier time. I let out a little groan at the pleasant heat and looked up at her in complete astonishment.
She laughed and passed me various oils and sponges. “You’re not the first that’s happened to,” she chuckled with a sad look on her face, “muteness is a common response to extreme fear. But it comes back. Can you perhaps tell me your name now?”
“Cherish,” I whispered, stunned at how my tongue seemed to have just unlocked. “I’m Cherish.”
“Well then, I’m Martha,” her voice was soft and motherly, but her eyes had a hard glitter to them. Who knows why she was working here.
“Where are the other girls?” in a voice as faint as a rustling leaf.
“Not everyone is fit to be brought here yet. Some are in the recovery ward.”
My eyes widened in realisation. This isn’t a spa, it’s a fucking rehabilitation centre for the women who have been brutalised.
“Ivan is the only one with any decency left in him,” she hissed, “the rest are vile. I bet against Xavier every single time for what he does to those poor girls.”
“Why hasn’t Ivan done anything to me yet?”
She tutted, like a mother hen, “He won’t. You’re safe with him. He is just broken, he isn’t evil or sadistic, he is here for a reason only known to him.”
I nodded silently, my body soaking in every last bit of heat and comfort from the tub. “Who is the Inferno, you told me last night to seek him out, who did you mean?”
She laughed as she tipped a full jug of water over my head, drenching my blonde hair so it stuck to my scalp and back as I coughed and spluttered in shock.
“Ivan the Inferno dear, they all have stage names! I knew you wouldn’t survive with any of the others,” her eyes flitting to check we were still alone.
Bristling under the accusation that I would not survive, my voice regained its strength to declare archly, “why me over the others, why not tell them to look for him?”
She leaned in, under the guise of rubbing shampoo into the long damp blonde hair and whispered into my ear, “because you’re a human. You’ve been mixing with enough other wolves in the cells to have picked up a bit of a scent but now, you’re a sitting target.”
“What do I do then?” I whispered back, an icy chill travelling down my spine despite the heat of the tub.
“I do not know. You have a month until the next Showcase, you can come here every day, some other girls will join soon…hopefully you are safe until then.”
“And Ivan?”
“If the rest of the men suspect he is keeping you from them rather than taking pleasure from you there will be trouble,” as she doused my head in water once more, definitely taking pleasure in my spluttering shock.
I make my way down to the training area. The large wood-panelled exercise halls almost make me like a young teen back in training. Except the pommel horses have been replaced by boxing rings and blood spattered punch dummies. Denton in particular liked to punch them until his hands bled. Some pathetic display of strength I guess. It certainly intimidated the newer recruits. There were twenty men including myself.Six rooms became available last night after the Showcase, seeing as they always end in an opponent's death, therefore six fresh faces sat eagerly on the front row of the benches as instructed, each holding their newly issued robe, the colour corresponding to their living quarters. They were a mix of old, grizzled, desperate and terrified. All had probably succumbed to building up debts with Vincent’s Axelon group. Sometimes fathers built up the debts and sent their sons to pay the price. A disgusting betrayal of family, they never lasted beyond one fight. If you are not
After bathing Martha escorted me back. Despite her niceness to me she was still a part of this awful system, how could be a good person and exist in here? My damp blonde hair was up high in a large bun. As soon as I got back to the room I locked the door, took off the hideous silken gown. Grabbing the grey hooded top from last night, a peculiar apple scent hit me, sending a warm feeling down my body and I hugged it closer to me. This must be what Martha meant about a shifter's scent. Is that why Martha made me have such a potent soak? Well right now I reeked of oranges and lime so hopefully Ivan will be fooled into thinking that is my particular smell. Why I clasped the grey hooded top to my chest like a comforter I have no idea. My random nest of towels has been cleaned away, the room is stark and basic. I frantically searched through his large mahogany drawers for something else to cover my naked body. Martha might think Ivan is better than the others but nobody likes finding s
Cherish, a beautiful name, looked at me like I do towards those animals Xavier or Denton. Perhaps naively I had forgotten that she would see me as a scum, no different to the rest. I don’t have to help her, I can just bide my time until the next bout and then get the hell out of here… “Who is the other person?” she asked softly, snapping me out of my dark thoughts. I realised I was still standing against the door frame, guarding her like a savage. My muscles ached with tension as every millimetre Vincent came towards crossing my threshold made my hackles rise in anger. Turning around I blew out my cheeks and ran two hands through my already dishevelled russet hair. “Other person?” “The one who says pussy mileage, compares me to a whore…I…I think that is not entirely your own voice?” Her eyes were blue and crystal clear. They looked to be free of judgement, no longer narrowed or scowling at my very presence. Instead she remained sitting inside my bed, white covers up around her wi
It’s been three days since he grabbed me, and I haven’t said a single word to him. I go to the bathhouse, he goes to his training, sparring, whatever it is he does all day. I won’t be forced into anything I don’t want to do. I’d rather die. I’d tell him that too if we were talking but he appears to be waiting for me to cave. Instead I glower at him and read the same limited book again. More fool him. He ambles about coolly, my eyes still seeking glimpses of his muscular body as he wakes and retires each day. Each morning I hear him turn over in the bed, his face peering over from the high mattress, wondering if perhaps I was going to give up being frosty. Not a chance. Today he slammed the door as he left, clearly frustrated with me. Good. Provided with the modest clothes, Martha told me Vincent was away on business so there was no risk to us while I was in the room. Meaning Ivan could stay the hell away from me. Martha still came for me every morning though since she witnessed
The girl can hold a grudge that is for sure. She is far more hot-headed than me, which I think riles her up even further. Even I have my limits though. She has no concept of how much danger she could be putting us both in. Thank fuck Vincent is away on business and that Kingsley doesn’t like calling on me, otherwise we would be in serious trouble. Heading down to training I had hoped maybe this morning she would drop the childish act. A night of tossing and turning in my sleep has left me agitated. Koh now fills my head with vivid, colourful dreams when it has been blackness for so long. Such intense dreams, recalling the beauty of Silver City and its castle left me more tired than when I went to bed. To roll over and see a frosty, angry face that considers me a murderous demon does not help matters either. But the sparks. That brief contact had sent Kohl spinning in confusion, as much as he enjoyed it, he cannot place her wolf. Perhaps it has retreated from the trauma of her kid
Genevieve’s reality terrified me to my very bones. So much so that I paced Ivan’s room restlessly once Martha escorted me back to the room. Eventually my own desperation to make things right got the better of me and I took a few steps outside the corridor. The slightest noise had made me as skittish as a mouse but after ten minutes of aimless wandering I heard raised voices. When I realised one of them was Ivan my body set off running before my brain could even process it. I cannot explain it, it was as though another force was in charge of propelling me forward. Though I didn’t disagree with the action, it was bolder and more confident than I would ever dare. When I rounded the corner and saw his face, that fire of russet red hair and blazing green eyes I only sped up. I expected when I leapt at him to be overwhelmed with the same tingling sensation as before. A flash of disappointment hit me as there was only the boring, unexciting sensation of material. Had I imagined the sensa
It has been two weeks. T Two weeks of absolute hell and torment as I stick to my silent vow. It has not been easy, but tonight has been the worst. Now I know she has a fiancee, well that was the slap in the face I needed to put away any foolish notions I had about her. Feelings for her captor? Absurd. The best thing I did was get her those gloves. It seems cold of me to just throw them on the bed when she was not there but I will not be tortured by any further accidental touches or glancing friction. I make sure to see Vincent in his office everyday now he is back, giving him no reason to drop by. Kingsley is away hunting the next batch of prizes, something he seems to relish more than the fights themselves. Cherish attempted to talk to me when I returned from first leaving the room. My skin is still burning from her touch, my heart racing from trying not to place my lips to hers. I had to get out of there before I did something dishonourable. “Ivan, I need to tell you…” “You d
I don’t know what the hell my mind is doing to me but it’s driving me crazy. Taking Ivan’s pillow was such a random act. As I gathered all the towels as usual and made my comfy little nest once more I spied it hanging over the side of the bed. The scent of sweet apples was so strong I couldn’t help just taking it. Telling myself, ‘it’s just a pillow, he has four, he won’t miss it’ seemed so sensible. Waking up in a fright with it clamped between my legs, covered in my wetness…I cannot possibly give it back to him now. Yet I want it nowhere near me. Not when it sends my brain haywire. My dreams are still of the country air, ascending heights to see panoramic views of forests and lakes. It is breathtaking. But last night, as I felt myself effortlessly climbing through the tall pine trees, as you do in dreams where everything is easy and light, someone was waiting for me. Stood at the top of the hill, facing away with a black hooded cloak over their head. The cloak hung down to their c