Disclaimer: I do not own, nor am I associated with Teen Wolf; I'm writing this for fun :0
The metal of the chains is cold around her wrists, though she supposes she's used to it by now. It's dark down where she is, though she supposes that her eyes have adjusted. She's forgotten what it smells like outside in the woods, though she supposes she won't smell it again for a while. All of this was because of him.
He'd taken her as leverage against her friends, but even after the battle was over, he refused to let her go. Not that it mattered, he had told her, as there was nothing left for her. Everyone was either dead or gone.
Allison was dead, he'd told her. She had let anger and revenge cloud her judgement, and it had been Scott who had to stop her; Scott who had to take her out; Scott who never forgave himself for it, and hadn't been seen since.
Stiles (Even thinking of his name brought tears to her eyes) had tried to save her from him, though he didn't get far. His body was probably still rotting somewhere in the house. Can't have anyone try and take you from me, he'd said, with a cruel smirk gracing his lip.
And Jackson… well Jackson wasn't Jackson anymore. He was this snake like thing (It's called a Kanima, he'd said), who couldn't control his own actions. He'd killed Allison's grandfather to get control of it, she'd been told.
Now the Kanima (She couldn't think of it as Jackson, it hurt less this way) guarded her, making sure she didn't escape. Not that she would if she could; there was nothing left for her.
She could feel the silence around her disturb, as his footsteps echoed down the corridor, getting louder with each second. He come and have his wicked way with her, whispering meaningless promises of the life they'll have once she forgets her old her.
She supposes that her life would have been perfect, if it wasn't for the arrival of Peter Hale into it.
