Chapter 52

Judy’s POV

The night passed slowly; I wasn’t able to make any progress on our escape. Not that I thought we could escape, but I thought maybe I could find a weak point in the cage or have some kind of plan before the morning. Without there being any windows, it was difficult to know for sure what time it was.

Irene leaned against me, and she ended up falling asleep from all the crying she’d been doing. But I wasn’t able to bring myself to actually fall asleep. I stayed awake the entire night, and when I heard the footsteps creaking on the floorboards above us, I made Irene lie down on the ground, while I lay beside her. I was still hoping they wouldn’t touch us if they thought we were asleep.

Whoever sent them after us wanted us to know why we were captured, and they wanted our reactions filmed. I wasn’t going to give them what they wanted. I closed my eyes and forced my heart to stop beating as quickly as it was. I needed to calm myself down if I wanted to pull this off.

As time passed, I heard the footsteps getting closer, and soon the basement door was opening. The scent of rogue filled my nose, and I started to grow nauseous from it. I could hear their murmured voices as they descended the stairs and walked their way towards us.

“Are they seriously still out?” One of them grunted. “How much of that stuff did you give them?”

“Enough to knock them out for a few hours. They should have been awake by now.”

“Do you think they are faking?” Another one asked.

“Go in there and find out.”

My entire body went rigid at the sounds of that. They were going to come into the cage and find out if we were lying about being passed out? Irene was asleep right now and if she felt them near us, she might wake up. I worried about what they were going to do.

I heard the cage door unlocking and then heavy footsteps made their way over to me. I felt cold fingers on the nape of my neck, trying to find a pulse.

“She’s alive,” he said; his voice was so close to my ear that I had to stifle a shudder.

Then I felt his fingers trailing down my neck and across my exposed shoulders. His touch burned my flesh, and I hated the feeling of him this close to me.

“She’s a looker,” he said in a raspy tone like he was trying hard to keep himself together. “I could have a little fun with her before I kill her.”

“We could take turns,” another one said from a distance.

I wanted to open my eyes, just so I could see how many rogues there were, but I wasn’t about to expose myself just yet.

The rogue touching me snickered.

“Check the other one,” another rogue said.

I felt the rogue move from me and went to Irene; I waited with a bated breath for him to finish examining whether or not she was alive, and then leave us alone. At least for a little while until I can figure out how to get us out of here. Maybe there was a way to contact Gavin… he had to know something was wrong by now. We had been gone all night and surely, he’d be worried about Irene, especially when we hadn’t returned from our shopping spree.

I doubted he’d care about me, but Irene was his daughter. He’d have to come after her.

“She’s a pretty one too,” the rogue said, his voice sultry. “We got a couple of lookers over here.”

It took everything I had not to wake up and fight him. I could fight him easily if I didn’t have these damn cuffs around my wrists. Every time I moved, they hurt so fighting would prove to be difficult.

Then, to my horror, Irene stirred in her sleep.

“I think she’s awake,” the rogue shouted to the others.

“W…what’s going on?” I heard Irene murmuring.

My heart sank at the sound of her voice.

“Yeah, she’s awake all right,” he confirmed, eagerness clear in his tone. “Oh, this is going to be so much fun.”

“What? No! Get away from me!!” Irene shrieked as she tried to scramble away.

I couldn’t pretend to be asleep anymore, my eyes flew open, and I spotted 2 more rogues outside the cage, watching everything going down and a much larger one inside the cage trying to pin Irene to the ground. She was a squirmer and she was screaming at the top of her lungs, rattling my brain.

“Get away from her!” I screamed, trying to kick the man off her.

“The other one is awake!” Another rogue said as he charged towards me. He grabbed me and tried to keep me away from Irene and the rogue attacking her.

I heard the rogue slapping Irene across the face, and she screamed and cried out in pain as he continued to lay his filthy hands on her. The cuffs burned into my flesh from each movement I made so I tried to fight with mainly my legs, but to no prevail.

“Goddamit, she’s fucking annoying,” the rogue said, referring to Irene. “I got to shut her up. Give me that wolfsbane syringe. I’ll give her some more and make her pass out again. She was cuter asleep.”

“No!!” Irene screamed, tears streaming down her cheeks as she squirmed and tried to fight.

I whipped my head back quickly and got the rogue that was holding me right in the face. He cussed loudly and I could smell the stench of blood running down his nose. I smirked, satisfied that I was able to hurt him, but when he punched me in the stomach as retaliation, I vomited on the ground. He stood over me in triumph as he tossed me aside like I was a bag of trash.

“Judy!” Irene cried.

Another rogue tossed a syringe, and he jabbed it into the nape of Irene’s neck. As she continued to squirm and scream, I could see her resolve breaking and then she let out a breath and fell limp against the ground.

The rogue hovering over her smirked and stood to his feet before turning to look at me; his eyes were dark and his lips turned upward in a smirk.

“Why don’t we just kill them and get it over with,” the rogue that I head-butted said; he was still trying to stop the bleeding and he looked furious. I felt my head aching and I knew I hurt myself during that fight, but I refused to get up and appease these assholes.

“You heard the boss; they decided to be here when we killed them,” the rogue staring at me said. “They won’t get here for another hour, so we have to keep them alive until then.”

“So, what do we do? They are awake and this one seems feisty.”

“Screw you,” I said through my teeth as I lifted my head to glare at him.

His hand movement was so fast, I barely saw it coming. But I felt the sting of the punch as his fist made contact with my cheek. I tasted blood pooling in my mouth almost immediately and I let my body fall back to the ground limply.

“Shut the fuck up,” he hissed at me.

“She’s not as annoying as the other one,” he murmured. “But she’s tough.”

“She’s hot,” another one said, his tone filled with lust. “I have a better idea. Hold on a second.”

He quickly left while the others continued to talk about my looks and how they wanted to have their way with me. I felt disgusted even being around them; I spit blood out onto the ground and rolled over onto my back. I had to breathe through the pain; with these cuffs wrapped around my wrist and the wolfsbane that they injected me with last night, my healing was much slower. I hadn’t even heard or felt my wolf the entire time we’d been here, and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t worried about her.

The rogue returned moments later and held up another syringe; my stomach twisted at the sight of it.

“Oh, hell yeah,” the rogue who punched me said as he grabbed the syringe.

“What is that?” I asked, my tone coming out raspy and unfamiliar. “Get it away from me…”

I tried to wiggle away, but another rogue stepped on my stomach, pressing hard until I had no choice but to remain still or he might actually squish me to death. He was cutting off my air supply with the pressure of his foot and I gasped for him to stop. A grin spread across his face as he lowered himself down to me, the syringe firmly in his hands.

“Now be a good little slut and do what we say,” he murmured as he stuck the syringe into my neck.

I winced at the stinging pain, and I could feel whatever it was they had given me running through my veins. At first, it was a burning sensation, but I knew it wasn’t the wolfsbane they had given me because it would have hurt a lot worse, and I would have passed out from the effects like Irene had.

The burning sensation turned into a heat so great that I could hardly even breathe. Warmth spread throughout my body and across my lower abdomen and I was suddenly feeling a need buried deep inside of me, itching to come out. My vision was blurry, and I saw three men surrounding me with grins on their faces. I rubbed my legs together as this warmth between them grew more intense to the point where it started to grow incredibly painful.

I needed to be touched.

I needed this warmth and pain to go away.

I needed a release.