hour or two, or it could have been days. Somehow the non-preters had knocked him out, and he woke up only when they pulled up in front of the building.
"Stop fighting us, wolf. You're not going to get out alive. We have plans for you."
Bandit chuckled. "So you torture me and shit. Don't matter. I'm not going to be here for long."
"No one's coming to save you, dude. Just accept it."
Their little band of captive and kidnappers paused at a large door. One of the humans typed in a code and the door swung open. They dragged him, and he resisted all the way. The men shoved him into the brick walls and did all they could to hurt him. Something told him he was in the hands of Grime and his henchmen.
His abuse was as effective as a blindfold because since he was so intent on not falling down or hitting his face into the wall, he had no idea how they got so far into the warren of hallways and corridors. He was lost and had no clue how to find his way out if he tried.
One hard push in the back, and Bandit went to his knees. With his hands tied behind his back, he fell hard and winced as his knees cracked against the floor. One of the men kicked him in the ass, causing him to fall face first into the wall. The others gathered around, driving steel-toed boots into his ribs and back. He bit his lip to keep from crying out. Anger rolled inside him and instead of whining, he started to growl.
"Stop it," a new voice shouted. "You're going to make him change, and we don't want that."
The non-preters roughly grabbed his arms and forced him to his feet. He couldn't stand up straight and his head rang.
"Toss him in with the wolf we have in cell five."
"Yes, sir."
Bandit couldn't get his vision to clear before they threw him into a cell. The clang of the door slamming shut jarred him enough to bring him out of his fog. He flexed his muscles, and for the first time, he could feel the rope give. He worked his wrists until blood flowed from the tortured flesh the rope cut into.
As he fought to get free, he glanced around the darkened room. There was a faint light coming from somewhere, but it was enough with Bandit's wolf eyes for him to see the figure curled in the corner across from him. Bandit grunted as he shredded the rope with one last hard jerk. He gagged as a foul scent filled his nostrils. Whatever else was in the room with him was probably dying.
The figure in the corner twitched and lifted its head. Bandit gasped as the low light hit the man's face and he recognized the lycan.
"Jess." Bandit stared at Jess. "Holy shit! I'd lost hope of ever seeing you again."
Jess didn't say anything. Bandit moved closer, and Jess flinched away. Frowning, Bandit crouched next to the lycan and reached out.
"Don't touch me!"
Jess's voice sounded ravaged and harsh. It didn't have anywhere near the strong, confident tone that he had before Grime grabbed him.
"I want to help you, Jess."
"They chained me with silver. I couldn't do anything to help him. I haven't seen him in three days." Jess jerked his head up and his crazed, bloodshot eyes met Bandit's. "Do you know where he is?"
"Where who is?" Bandit eased closer.
"Pavel. They did something to him when they grabbed us. He never woke up, then they came and took him." Tears welled in Jess's eyes. "I tried to stop them, but I couldn't."
Jess held out his wrists, and Bandit swallowed back the bile threatening to escape.
The younger lycan's wrists were weeping sores; blood-caked and dirty. The wounds explained the scent of rotting flesh Bandit had smelled when he was shoved into the cell. Even after shifting and healing, Jess would bear those scars for the rest of his life. Of course, from the defeated look of the lycan, Jess had more than physical scars to deal with.
"Let me help you."
He grabbed the chain holding Jess to the wall. Hissing at the slight burn of his flesh, Bandit yanked as hard as he could. The chain gave a little, but didn't break. Before he could try again, an enormous
"Stop fighting us, wolf. You're not going to get out alive. We have plans for you."
Bandit chuckled. "So you torture me and shit. Don't matter. I'm not going to be here for long."
"No one's coming to save you, dude. Just accept it."
Their little band of captive and kidnappers paused at a large door. One of the humans typed in a code and the door swung open. They dragged him, and he resisted all the way. The men shoved him into the brick walls and did all they could to hurt him. Something told him he was in the hands of Grime and his henchmen.
His abuse was as effective as a blindfold because since he was so intent on not falling down or hitting his face into the wall, he had no idea how they got so far into the warren of hallways and corridors. He was lost and had no clue how to find his way out if he tried.
One hard push in the back, and Bandit went to his knees. With his hands tied behind his back, he fell hard and winced as his knees cracked against the floor. One of the men kicked him in the ass, causing him to fall face first into the wall. The others gathered around, driving steel-toed boots into his ribs and back. He bit his lip to keep from crying out. Anger rolled inside him and instead of whining, he started to growl.
"Stop it," a new voice shouted. "You're going to make him change, and we don't want that."
The non-preters roughly grabbed his arms and forced him to his feet. He couldn't stand up straight and his head rang.
"Toss him in with the wolf we have in cell five."
"Yes, sir."
Bandit couldn't get his vision to clear before they threw him into a cell. The clang of the door slamming shut jarred him enough to bring him out of his fog. He flexed his muscles, and for the first time, he could feel the rope give. He worked his wrists until blood flowed from the tortured flesh the rope cut into.
As he fought to get free, he glanced around the darkened room. There was a faint light coming from somewhere, but it was enough with Bandit's wolf eyes for him to see the figure curled in the corner across from him. Bandit grunted as he shredded the rope with one last hard jerk. He gagged as a foul scent filled his nostrils. Whatever else was in the room with him was probably dying.
The figure in the corner twitched and lifted its head. Bandit gasped as the low light hit the man's face and he recognized the lycan.
"Jess." Bandit stared at Jess. "Holy shit! I'd lost hope of ever seeing you again."
Jess didn't say anything. Bandit moved closer, and Jess flinched away. Frowning, Bandit crouched next to the lycan and reached out.
"Don't touch me!"
Jess's voice sounded ravaged and harsh. It didn't have anywhere near the strong, confident tone that he had before Grime grabbed him.
"I want to help you, Jess."
"They chained me with silver. I couldn't do anything to help him. I haven't seen him in three days." Jess jerked his head up and his crazed, bloodshot eyes met Bandit's. "Do you know where he is?"
"Where who is?" Bandit eased closer.
"Pavel. They did something to him when they grabbed us. He never woke up, then they came and took him." Tears welled in Jess's eyes. "I tried to stop them, but I couldn't."
Jess held out his wrists, and Bandit swallowed back the bile threatening to escape.
The younger lycan's wrists were weeping sores; blood-caked and dirty. The wounds explained the scent of rotting flesh Bandit had smelled when he was shoved into the cell. Even after shifting and healing, Jess would bear those scars for the rest of his life. Of course, from the defeated look of the lycan, Jess had more than physical scars to deal with.
"Let me help you."
He grabbed the chain holding Jess to the wall. Hissing at the slight burn of his flesh, Bandit yanked as hard as he could. The chain gave a little, but didn't break. Before he could try again, an enormous
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