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Cyana.
Was this really happening?
Yes, it was.
I looked around and noticed that I was in a storage unit. How did I get here? I looked down at my ankles and noticed they were chained to the floor. Where was I? Instantly, I thought about screaming but something stopped me from doing so. I heard someone whimper next to me. Well it seemed like they were next to me.
"Hello. Can you hear me?" I questioned and waited for a response. Maybe they would know something.
"Don't talk. It will anger them." Wait. Anger who?
"Please. Tell me what's going on." I thought that maybe the person would continue. Before the person could continue though, the storage unit opened.
"Number four." Number four? Where they talking about me? I kept my eyes on the ground and noticed two pairs of shoes. While I had my eyes to the ground, I heard the people start saying things like "Perfect." "Toy." "Slave." What kind of operation did these people run?
"Number four. Look up." What? I'm not sure if they're talking to me or not so I don't look up and all of a sudden, I'm met with a hand to my face.
"Do you have any manners? Look up!" A completely different guy spat in my direction. I was just slapped for not acknowledging my kidnappers. How did this happen?
"S-sorry." I stammered while finally making eye contact with both of the guys. When I looked up what I instantly noticed was that both of them where unbelievably attractive. The type of guys that you expected to see in magazines or something.
"Sorry what?" The one who's hand collided with my face questioned. Sorry sir? What did he expect from me? I really want to call him a monster because that's what he is.
"A-are you expecting s-something?" I stuttered and I'm sure it came out way worse than I attended it to come out.
"Sorry master!" Is what he said. He wants me to call him master? What the hell?
"What?" I quizzed while attempting to not make eye contact with him again. There it was, another collision between his hand and my left cheek this time. I'm sure I have a bruise or something. Before evil ass could answer, the guy who was calling me "Number Four" spoke up.
"Isn't she something?" The first guy stated. "Those green eyes? That body? That attitude? I'm sure Stiles will enjoy her. Also, added bonus… We won't owe him anything after and he'll stop hurting the people we care about." Was I missing something. I was clearly missing something; who is this Stiles? What the hell did he do to make these guys scared of him? Why where they going to use me as some kind of bargaining chip. What the hell is going on?
"H-h-how did I-I get h-h-here." The stuttering started back up because the more they talked about me the more concerned and scared I got.
"Well, for starters you now belong to us. Don't worry about anything else." How could I not worry? They just said that I belong to someone else. Someone would be owning me...
"I'm Scott; and the guy who just slapped you, his name is Theo. But it won't matter because you won't be seeing us again." The guy who introduced himself smirked, he had these beautiful coffee brown eyes and with his coffee brown hair and a dimple in his left cheek he seemed less threating. He was in shape but not as much as the guy next to him, Theo. Now, Theo was a different story. He had bright green eyes that matched his black spiked hair splendidly . He had a smirk on his face like he knew just how attractive he was. This is a crazy.
"I'm sorry. I'm not understanding." My voice finally made itself known and it was strong.
"What don't you understand? Someone is going own you. You're going to do everything that they want and everything they ask. You'll no longer own any part of yourself." Oh my goodness. These people are crazy. Before I could ask any other questions, Theo pulled Scott to the side.
"What is that?" What where they talking about? "That thing on her hip." My bright green orbs instantly went to my hip. Where they talking about my birthmark? They had to be.
"I don't know but I'm sure Stiles won't be concerned either." Scott stated. While Theo and Scott continued to talk a third pair of shoes walked in. All I heard him say was "We have a problem. Derek's here." Okay what the hell again? Who is Derek? Why are they concerned if he is here? I tuned them out as they talked about Derek and him being here. I'm sure they were talking about not letting him see me but I'm sure that plan was ruined because I heard his footsteps and it sounded like they were very close; then all of sudden they were in front of me.
"I want her." There weren't too many people he could be talking about. Maybe he was just kidding and he wanted the person next to me. I looked up and he confirmed what I was thinking because well he was pointing right at me.
This can't be happening.
A/N: When I say Stiles, the Stiles that I'm thinking of is Void! Stiles.