I do not own any of Kelley Armstrongs Characters. The only thing I claim rights to is my Character Shilo. Hope you enjoy my story.
I was in hell, my body was burning and aching all over my hands were bound behind my back as I laid face down onto the backseat of some car. I didn't know where I was, the blindfold was still wrapped tightly around my head. I hadn't been able to see for the past 2 days.
Maybe this was it, maybe he was finally going to let me go or kill me. Save me from this horrid pain, my head snapped to the right hearing a dark chuckle.
"So you're awake." His dark voice mused as the car turned sharply to the right.
I couldn't answer, my throat was burning. I could only lay there as my body burned with a horrible fever. I had never felt this horrid in my entire life. My dress was drenched with sweat and sticking to my body, my wounds although scabbed over itched horribly.
"You're going to send a message to our friends okay dear?" He chuckled as the car jerked to a stop. I could stop the gasp that escaped my lips at the sharp movement. The cab went silent for a moment as I felt his eyes on me before I heard his door open and close before mind was open.
Next thing I knew I was being roughly yanked up my bound wrists, my shoulders flaring up in pain as I was shoved down into cold snow. Remarkably it felt amazing against my burning skin, my head clearing slightly before something white and hot stabbed into my back.
At that moment I felt somewhat disconnected as I heard a woman's scream echo around us, was that me? It had to be. I started to slump forward again before I was jerked onto my feet before being shoved roughly forward; I stumbled before regaining my balance as I heard a car door slam and a car screech off into the distance.
I legs trembled, as my head swayed slightly. The cold wind stinging against my skin now, where was I? I couldn't hear anything beside the roaring wind; I could feel snow falling down against my bare skin, my shoulder still blazing in pain.
"Hello?" I called out hesitantly, listening. I couldn't hear anything. I sighed tears burning my eyes as I sat down bending my knee's up. It took me a few minutes working at getting the blindfold off since I couldn't use my hands. I blinked my eyes readjusting slightly as I looked around.
I was alone, at the end of the driveway. A long winding road leading up, there was an open gate in front of me. My head swayed again as nausea once again made its presence. I needed help, my wounds were burning horrible, my body was aching and I knew being out in this snow was not helping.
I leaned forward, pausing for a moment waiting for my head to stop swimming as I pushed myself up into a standing position; my legs trembled horribly as I pushed myself forward. I could see lights off in the distance, hope speared through my heart as I found myself trying to run although horribly failing.
Something golden jumped out beside me as I heard a loud snarl come out of nowhere, I spun tripping falling face first into the snow, my entire world spinning again. A huge golden dog was standing in front of me, head low a loud growl vibrating through its open jaw. I couldn't move, all my energy just seemed to drain out of me.
"Please, help me." I whispered, my throat constricting painfully. The dog froze, cocking its head slightly as it took a step forward sniffing my head attentively before it turned abruptly running off. I couldn't stop the tears that cascaded from my eyes as I lowered my head into the snow. This was it, I couldn't go any farther.
I must have dozed off or something because next thing I was aware of was someone swearing, something cutting my bonds free and strong arms, pulling me up against something warm.
"Shit Clay you weren't joking." A male voice sounding stunned spoke out over the wind.
"Yeah, no shit. She's covered in blood. Shit Darling go get Jeremy-" a Southern accented voice snapped before everything went black again.
I was burning, I couldn't breathe or move. Fear leapt into my heart as I started to thrash again before shouting voices snapped me back to reality. My eyes snapped open seeing a males face hovering above mine, concern and shock blazing in his dark eyes. I gasped blinking, looking around wildly. I was in some kind of study. A fire place blazing off to one side, a desk and walls lined with books and shelves.
I turned back to the man; he was older looking probably in his 40's or early 50's. Semi long black hair not too long to look bad. There was another man standing behind him, tan skin, golden blond hair and blue eyes. He was also well built, his t-shirt showing off his muscled arms that were crossed across his chest a dark scowl on his face.
But those eyes, where had I seen those eyes before.
"Miss? Can you hear me?" The dark haired man asked drawing my attention back to him. I nodded numbly, where am I?
"My name is Jeremy. What's your name?" He asked gently, pulling back slightly. I blinked a few times, my name?
"Shilo." My voice cracked causing me to wince slightly, "My name is Shilo."
Jeremy smiled encouragingly, grabbing a wet cloth from a bowl beside the sofa I was laying on and gently dabbed my forehead.
"It's okay your safe. This is my foster son Clay, he found out outside our house. Your seriously wounded Shilo I need to treat to your wounds can you sit up?" he asked gently again, dabbing my forehead with the cold cloth.
I shook my head, arching my back up as a fresh wave of pain pulsed through my body, I was burning.
"it's too hot, please stop it." I cried, clenching my eyes closed. Someone swore before I felt gentle warm hands start pulling my dress up. I couldn't stop the fear that ripped through me as I bolted up backwards away from the sofa and the hands. I stumbled dropping onto my knee's holding my hands up to ward off these men.
"Clay, can you go get Elena." Jeremy ordered, the other man looked angry for a moment before he turned walking out of a door behind him. Jeremy sat there crouched down watching me for a moment, his eyes cautious and watching me before he slowly held up his hands inching closer.
"It's okay Shilo, I promise I'm not going to hurt you. I need to see that wound on your side, your bleeding really badly." He spoke calmly inching closer, next thing I knew he was beside me, my mind skipping almost trying to catch up. He gently took my hand, wrapping his hand round my back as he lifted me back to the sofa.
The door clichéd open causing me to flinch, the sound was so much louder than it should have been. Another lady walked in, she had silver blond hair and blue eyes. Fairly slim. I blinked feeling somewhat reassured with another female there. Wait female? Did I really just think that? I shook my head as Jeremy gently lowered me down to the sofa.
The other woman walked up her eyes cautiously darting between Jeremy and I. He gently held out of a glass of water, which I took gulping down using my good arm.
"This is my daughter in law, Elena. Will you feel better if she were to look at your wound?" He asked once again using that gently reassuring tone.
I blinked looking up at the girl, before I nodded my head rolling over slightly. Elena gently kneeled down in front of me before she carefully started to peel my dress up. I winced sucking in a breath. It burned, burned bad enough for tears to fall freely from my eyes.
I didn't miss the look Elena shot Jeremy as he took in a deep breath. Elena gave me an apologetic smile as she grabbed the wet cloth and started to clean my side. I turned sinking my teeth into the arm of the sofa to stop myself from crying out in pain.
Jeremy kneeled down in front of me, taking my wrist feeling my pulse for a moment before he looked up at me.
"Shilo, how did you come about that wound?" he asked soothingly, but that didn't stop the flashes that echoed through my mind. Tears were running freely down my face as I shook my head.
"I-I was blindfolded. I don't know, all I know is it burned. He-" I gasped clenching my eyes closed as Elena brushed too close to the wound. "He had my tied up, did things." I shook my head I couldn't go back there. Jeremy nodded his head as he turned back to Elena.
"Go get Clayton for me." He asked.
She nodded before putting the cloth down and walking out of the room, leaving Jeremy there. He sighed walking over to the cupboard and pulled out something. I couldn't focus; my mind was starting to swim again, heat taking over my mind. Next thing I knew Jeremy was in front of me again with a needle injecting something into me. I couldn't help but flinch pulling back sharply.
"What are you doing?"
Jeremy smiled again gently brushing my hair out of my face, "Just something to make you sleep so we can treat your wounds. Don't worry your safe."
The last thing I was aware of was the door opening, Clayton walking into the room again. Blankets and towels in his hands.
"Take her downstairs." Was the last thing I heard before darkness engulfed me.