chance,” the tall shifter said.
“Which part of go fuck yourself don't you understand?”
The first shock made Craven jerk back hard against the wall. The second shock made his legs buckle, so he was held up only by his wrist clamps.
“Okay. I'll try again,” the tall shifter came a little closer. “Who are you looking for?”
“Your mother.” Craven pulled himself back to his feet. “She still give good head?”
Another shock. This time the prod was held to his chest much longer. Craven clamped his teeth together and wondered if the pain would ever end.
“Where is she?”
His brain was almost in shut-down, but he still caught the significance of the question:
where is she?
They knew he was looking for Louise. This wasn't about his incursion into Lawler territory. Who were his captors?
The next shock was more powerful and continued until Craven had lost consciousness.
*********
Craven had no idea how long he'd been out. It felt like a jack-hammer was at work inside his head. He was slumped almost onto his knees. Most of his weight was being borne by his arms, which felt like they were being pulled from their sockets. After a few moments, he managed to struggle to his feet which took some of the pressure off his arms.
The door opened, and his two torturers stepped back into the room.
“Ready to talk yet?” the taller one said.
Craven didn't respond. He needed to preserve what remaining strength he had.
“Cat got your tongue?”
Craven closed his eyes, and readied himself for the pain which was to come. He wasn't sure how much more of this he could take, and he no longer cared. All that mattered was he'd die knowing Louise was still alive.
The impact knocked Craven back onto his knees. Excruciating pain exploded through the right-hand side of his body. The smaller of the two shifters was wielding the baseball bat. Craven tried to shuffle away, but he could not escape the second strike. His breathing became laboured, and he wondered if his lung had been punctured. It would only take a couple of blows to the head from that club to finish him off. Right now, that would come as a relief.
“You're going to tell us sooner or later.” The tall shifter was still doing all of the talking.
His words came at Craven through an ocean of pain. Craven prayed for the moment when his brain would shut down and he could escape the hurt.
*********
At first, Craven wasn't even sure he'd heard the noise. He'd been drifting in and out of consciousness, and was no longer sure what was real. Then he heard it again. He managed to raise his head, and could see the two shifters staring at the door. They'd heard it too. There was some kind of commotion coming from outside. Whatever it was, Craven gave thanks for the respite it brought.
Loud scratching could be heard at the door. That was quickly followed by an all-mighty thud. The impact was so strong that the door bowed. The two shifters exchanged a glance full of uncertainty. The older one readied the baseball bat while the other grabbed the electric prod. The next thud took the door almost off one of its hinges. Under the next impact, the door crashed to the floor.
The wolf was on the two shifters before they had a chance to use their weapons or to shift into wolf form. Quickly and efficiently, the wolf tore out their throats. Neither man even had a chance to scream. The wolf then turned to face Craven.
There was no escape—Craven's arms and legs were still secured by the shackles. The wolf's eyes felt as though they were burning into Craven's very soul. At least he would go to his death knowing that Louise was alive.
Craven watched through bleary eyes as the wolf shifted into human form. He didn't recognise the male shifter.
“Which one has the keys?” the shifter said.
Craven shook his head.
The shifter threw nervous glances at the open doorway as he searched the bodies for the keys. After a few moments, Craven heard the
“Which part of go fuck yourself don't you understand?”
The first shock made Craven jerk back hard against the wall. The second shock made his legs buckle, so he was held up only by his wrist clamps.
“Okay. I'll try again,” the tall shifter came a little closer. “Who are you looking for?”
“Your mother.” Craven pulled himself back to his feet. “She still give good head?”
Another shock. This time the prod was held to his chest much longer. Craven clamped his teeth together and wondered if the pain would ever end.
“Where is she?”
His brain was almost in shut-down, but he still caught the significance of the question:
where is she?
They knew he was looking for Louise. This wasn't about his incursion into Lawler territory. Who were his captors?
The next shock was more powerful and continued until Craven had lost consciousness.
*********
Craven had no idea how long he'd been out. It felt like a jack-hammer was at work inside his head. He was slumped almost onto his knees. Most of his weight was being borne by his arms, which felt like they were being pulled from their sockets. After a few moments, he managed to struggle to his feet which took some of the pressure off his arms.
The door opened, and his two torturers stepped back into the room.
“Ready to talk yet?” the taller one said.
Craven didn't respond. He needed to preserve what remaining strength he had.
“Cat got your tongue?”
Craven closed his eyes, and readied himself for the pain which was to come. He wasn't sure how much more of this he could take, and he no longer cared. All that mattered was he'd die knowing Louise was still alive.
The impact knocked Craven back onto his knees. Excruciating pain exploded through the right-hand side of his body. The smaller of the two shifters was wielding the baseball bat. Craven tried to shuffle away, but he could not escape the second strike. His breathing became laboured, and he wondered if his lung had been punctured. It would only take a couple of blows to the head from that club to finish him off. Right now, that would come as a relief.
“You're going to tell us sooner or later.” The tall shifter was still doing all of the talking.
His words came at Craven through an ocean of pain. Craven prayed for the moment when his brain would shut down and he could escape the hurt.
*********
At first, Craven wasn't even sure he'd heard the noise. He'd been drifting in and out of consciousness, and was no longer sure what was real. Then he heard it again. He managed to raise his head, and could see the two shifters staring at the door. They'd heard it too. There was some kind of commotion coming from outside. Whatever it was, Craven gave thanks for the respite it brought.
Loud scratching could be heard at the door. That was quickly followed by an all-mighty thud. The impact was so strong that the door bowed. The two shifters exchanged a glance full of uncertainty. The older one readied the baseball bat while the other grabbed the electric prod. The next thud took the door almost off one of its hinges. Under the next impact, the door crashed to the floor.
The wolf was on the two shifters before they had a chance to use their weapons or to shift into wolf form. Quickly and efficiently, the wolf tore out their throats. Neither man even had a chance to scream. The wolf then turned to face Craven.
There was no escape—Craven's arms and legs were still secured by the shackles. The wolf's eyes felt as though they were burning into Craven's very soul. At least he would go to his death knowing that Louise was alive.
Craven watched through bleary eyes as the wolf shifted into human form. He didn't recognise the male shifter.
“Which one has the keys?” the shifter said.
Craven shook his head.
The shifter threw nervous glances at the open doorway as he searched the bodies for the keys. After a few moments, Craven heard the
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