chapter five

"Don't ever try this again, we are trying to..." He stopped mid-sentence and midstride as his eyes glazed over like he was deep in thought. His body tensed up and his hold on my hand tightened making me wince in pain. He continued walking but this time faster and urgently. We opened the door to my room to see five people standing in the room and the noses of two wolves buried on the floor, sniffing for God knows what.

" Her body has lost all warmth, which means she should have been dead for at least thirty minutes. She was stabbed in the heart with a knife. We also saw traces of blood in the sink and some bloody clothes in the trash." A brunette man spoke in a cold tone. I peeked at the body to see Theresa lying lifeless on the ground, in the pool of her blood, with a knife deep in her chest. I gasped as I recognized the knife. It was the same knife she came with to cut the fruit she brought in with my dinner. I had told her to leave it there since I didn't have the appetite at that time. I looked up from the dead body to the men in the room to see all of them already staring accusingly at me. I looked at Evan whose hand had left mine since we entered. He didn't think I was the one, did he?

" Take her away " he ordered, not taking his eyes away from the dead body. I could tell she meant so much to him.

"Evan, Evan please I did not do this, I swear" I called trying to set myself free from the two men who grasped my hands and pulled me away from the room.

He was silent as they continued to drag me out of the room and down the stairs and into one of the hallways which led to an elevator. I didn't stop shouting and begging anyone who was listening as they pushed me into the elevator. I tried to steady my feet as they shoved me into the elevator. I noticed as the elevator began to move the number on the screen began to drop. Are we going underground? I became apprehensive about what was going to happen to me wherever they were taking me. I looked at the two men and none of their faces looked receptive. I have to find a way to escape.

The elevator door slid open to reveal a long hallway with only a set of double doors at the end of it. Standing there were two men big enough to be a linebacker, both had buzz cuts but only one with a dirty blonde had tattoos crawling up his arm and disappearing into the black vest they wore. The shadow cast on their hardened face by the fluorescent light hung above us. They looked more threatening and intimidating than the two men beside me. We stepped out of the elevator, as they kept shoving me forward. The door was opened for us as we passed them. I should do something but am out of plan. The thought of how helpless I am made tears drop from my eyes.

"I didn't do it" I murmured again, not sure if anyone was going to believe me. We passed many steel doors until we got to one which one of the men opened and shoved me in. I winced in pain when my knee came harshly in contact with the ground. The smell of blood and other chemicals overcame my senses making me feel dizzy for a few minutes.

"When you feel like saying the truth let us know," he said.

"Wait, wait... Please" I shouted as I struggled to run to the door before they locked it.

"Yes," the tattooed one urged me to continue, raising his eyebrow.

"I didn't do it, I swear to God" I sobbed, hating to be locked in the dark.

The place reeks of blood and urine. I heard the sound of the steel door locking and the sound of their footsteps fading as they went further away making me cry even more. I don't know if to regret leaving Denver's or regret leaving the room at the time of the incident. I cried till there were no more tears in my eyes and my eyelid couldn't stay up any longer as I gave up to sleep which was nowhere near peaceful.

I woke up to darkness filling the room and my body on the cold, hard floor. I felt weak and cold as I sat up on the floor. The only sound that kept cutting through the thick silence was the rustling of the chain from the door opposite mine. After a few minutes, my eyes adapted to the darkness and I could make out chains attached to the wall and a chair that was as broken as I am, I wouldn't even dare sit. Now that I was not screaming and shouting for help, I noticed the upper half of the door was a steel bar, allowing me the chance to see the upper half of anybody standing outside with the support of the dimly lit hallway casting its glow. For the first few minutes after I regained consciousness, it was just the clanking of the chain and the occasional sound of groaning in the door opposite mine.

Then I heard the distant sound of a door opening and footsteps getting closer as the sound my heartbeat raced faster. It kept coming closer until it stopped just outside my door and I could recognize the silhouette of a man to be Evan with his taut shoulder and well-sculptured face. I couldn't see much because of the dim light. The jingle of a key as he tried to open the door, then the thick metal door opened as he pushed it with little effort.

"Evan" I whispered. I was happy that he was here to give me a chance to explain myself but I was also unsure of his intentions. His cold gaze didn't do anything to reassure me he was here to hear me out. He is either to torture me or even worse kill me. He took his time to walk into the cell, looking around the place till his eyes slowly landed on my disheveled form on the ground. His stoic expression made me wish the ground would open and swallow me.

"Theresa had spent most of her years working for us because my Grandpa had saved her from her evil family, she felt indebted to him and since then she worked with all her heart and was loyal as a dog, she became family and like a mother when ours died." he paused, but still not taking his eyes off me.

"Your bloody clothes were in the laundry basket," he said calmly. " Why did you do it?". I kept quiet looking at the ground desperately thinking of what else to say to make him believe. If l am being honest he has no reason to trust me after all l am a stranger. It didn't take long for me to realize they were never going to believe me. I heard his shoes click on the hard, rough floor and the sound of his footsteps coming closer until the vague form of his black shoe came into view with the little light from the hallway. I looked up only for me to see him squat down to my level. He looked down at his hands, which were caressing the sharp edge of a dagger. My heart dropped in my stomach when I saw the dagger glint.

"It would be better if you just told the truth," he said taunting me. I opened my mouth to say something but the only I could come up with was the release of a shaky breath exposing how scared I was. The sight of the sharp metal flung me back to my demon. Those that were locked were not too far at the back of my mind. It still rages and howls out to be released so I can be plunged back into the darkness I was once familiar with.

I remember we getting home from a business dinner on that faithful Friday. I knew he was angry from the way he shot a dagger at me throughout the journey, his body tensed and his hand fisted at his sides. I was surprised he didn't tackle me right there in the car and beat the shit out of me. It was the first time we went out together after his mother's death and it was the first time he revealed the demons that lay behind the facade of the man I loved. Immediately we got home, I went up to shower leaving the door open just in case he wanted to join but he never came. I got out, put on my pajamas, and went downstairs to the kitchen where I found him gulping down tequila from its bottle. The moment he saw me, he threw the bottle at me which I dodged in reflex. I think that fueled his anger.

"HOW DARE YOU...I told you not to say a damn word" he yelled and began throwing everything and anything he laid his hands upon still yelling profanities. Even my reflexes couldn't save me from the many objects thrown at me and ended up getting bruises all over my face, shoulder, and limbs. I had thought it was over when he saw me coiled on the ground crying but it wasn't. He came towards me with the kitchen knife in his hands.

"Please, please.....please stop" I continuously begged hoping he would come back to his senses but it didn't help. Instead, he crouched down.

"Oh baby, you have been such a bad girl," he said as he played with the knife before using it to trace a line on my waist moving lower. "I am going to teach the rules. Rule one, do not disobey me" Just as he got to my thigh he had added enough pressure for the knife to cut through my skin. After that, the only sound I heard was the screams tearing through my lips mixed with the sound of his laughter. Tears wouldn't stop dropping from my eyes as I did nothing to stop it while I wondered what I had gotten myself into.

I shut my eyes tight trying to get rid of the memory.

"I don't know, I swear," I said in between sobs. I think he was also tired of hearing the same thing again and again because he pressed the dagger an inch deep into my skin and I cried. It wasn't the pain that made me cry, I was used to it but the fact that I ran from my demons hoping to be free, but I am two or three stories below a building, in a place I don't know being tortured.

"Who sent you?" He asked and when I didn't answer he dragged the dagger lower making me his in pain. When he figured out I wasn't going to answer his questions he signed and stood up. My face swung right so hard I think I heard a cracking noise as he slapped me.

"You think you are stubborn right? Huh? Wait till the Alpha comes" he said exasperatedly. He turned and left. The sound of his feet residing as he went farther away to wherever he came from. I looked at the new injury in my thigh as blood gushed out of it, I tore the end of the shirt was wearing with the help of my teeth and wrapped it around the seven-inch wound.

Every man turns out to be a Savior at first, then instantly changes to a very horrible creature. So I wasn't hoping for the best because I knew he was going to be the worst.