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Stiles' P.O.V

I think I had been knocked out, but I wasn't completely sure. My head was slightly aching and I felt dizzy. I pulled myself off the ground and looked around. It was dark, but I could still see some things. It looked like a basement. The walls were dark and had many spider webs hanging like drapes. There were a few pillars here and there.

There really wasn't any furniture other than a white square freezer, that sat to the left of me and a bookshelf full of old books, that sat to the right. I stumbled forward and noticed a figure standing in the corner. I stopped, fear creeping up on me again.

The figure stepped out of the shadows and closer to me. The older mans face stared at me.

"Gerard" I mumbled under my breath and took a step back.

"Trust me, you don't have to be scared of me, I won't hurt you unless I have to."

"Trust you? That's one of the worst ideas you've ever come up with" I stated sarcastically.

He smiled "That's true" He took a few steps closer to me. "I just want you to answer a few questions" He stated.

All I could manage was a nod. Terror rushed over me. I couldn't imagine what sick things he had planned for me if I didn't tell him what he wanted.

He pulled out something from his pocket. As soon as it blade hit the moonlight, that was shining through a small basement window, I knew what it was. He brought the knife up to my throat.

My breath caught in my throat as I could feel the sharp blade piercing my skin. I could tell he wasn't pressing hard enough to actually cause me to bleed, but it wasn't long.

He cleared his throat "Where is Derek?"

Even though not to long ago, Derek was pretty much the guy I hated the most and it was probably vice versa. I felt a need to protect him, to make sure Gerard wouldn't hurt him. I didn't know why I had that feeling. I did know where he was, well...Kinda. Most likely he was out in the forest training or running around somewhere.

"Stiles" Gerard warned and pushed the blade further into my neck.

I made some kind of yelping noise as I tried to back up. My back slammed against the solid stone wall. "I- I..don't know" I stammered.

"Stiles! I know you know" Gerard yelled while pushing the knife further into my neck.

I whimpered as an excruciating pain hit my neck. "N..no I don't" I choked out as firm as I could.

He cursed and pulled the knife away from my bloody neck. He threw it on the floor and it hit with a loud clanking noise that echoed throughout the basement. He pulled his fist back and it collided with my stomach.

It felt like the wind was pushed out of me, like some kind of balloon. I grabbed my stomach and doubled over onto the floor. I landed on my side and curled into a ball. My breathing became ragged as I squeezed my eyes shut. I could feel myself being picked up off the ground by my collar. I opened my eyes to see Gerard's fist collide with my face. My face slammed against the concrete floor again. This was repeated a few time before he paused.

"Now stiles, I'm going to ask you again. Where is Derek?" He rumbled out as he picked up the collar to my shirt. He looked me in the eye.

I could barely force my eyes to look at him.

His brow was curled in a furious way and his eyes were gleaming with hatred.

I shook my head weakly "No I'm not telling you" I yelled as loud as I could manage.

He grumbled something unrecognizable before punching the side of my face, causing me to fall on the floor again. I tried to pull myself off the ground. My head was spinning and I felt like I was about to pass out. I coughed up dark liquid, that I assumed was blood.

Gerard picked my collar up again, lifting me off the ground. When I lifted my head to look at him, His fist was pulled back and gnarled in a thick fist. I winced, ready for another blow to the face. Instead I was dragged along the ground. I reached up and tried pulling my collar loose. It was hopeless he was much stronger than me. My attempts to get loose proved worthless.

He stopped dragging me and I realized we were next to the square freezer. I tried wiggling out of his grasp, my legs kicked around rapidly.

Gerard picked me up once again, but this time threw me into the freezer back first. My back slammed against the bottom of the freezer. Because the freezer wasn't big enough, my legs were curled up causing it to be very uncomfortable. Before I was able to pull myself up and out, the top slammed shut.

A gasp of air escaped my lips as panic set in. I could hear the rattling of chains right before there was a bang on the top of the freezer. I couldn't see anything at all, it was pitch black. I started punching at the top of the freezer while screaming loudly. I didn't really know what I was possibly trying to do. I quieted down and tried to pull myself together. The last thing I needed was to have a panic attack. I had to find a way out, I couldn't stay here. My breathing increased as I thought about my dad and his well-being.

My eyes started closing and I could feel my body shutting down. My body slipped into a deep unconsciousness.