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Leah had no idea how long she had been locked in the room no bigger than her closet back home in La Push. When she first arrived, the she-wolf had started counting the seconds that passed…well, after she'd realized that trying to escape was pointless. She had been close a couple of times, but now that she thought back on it, she realized the leeches must have let her think she was going to escape. It was their form of torture or whatever, and since she would never give them the satisfaction of knowing they had won round one of this game, she had moved on to counting the seconds until she lost track and had to start all over. That got boring real fast, so she started to sing every song she knew in her head as a way to pass the time, but again it grew tedious. There were only a limited number of songs she knew by heart anyways.

"You could at least give me a T.V. to watch you know!" she hollered at the door, not sure if anyone was even listening, but ranting made her feel better so she continued to yell. Anything was better than sitting in silence, doing nothing. "I would even take a good book, as long it's not something lame like, 'Kidnapping Werewolves for Idiots'."

Suddenly, the door opened, and Leah had to wonder if maybe they were listening to her which would have been a step from the guys at home who never listened to her. When one of the three leaders, the one who seemed to have no personality whatsoever in her opinion, stepped in the room, she had to wonder if they had moved up their plan to bore her to death. It was when she noticed the leech carrying a box of what she would describe as torture devices did Leah start to get worried a little bit. Still, she managed to push her fear to the back of her mind and cover it up with her usual sarcasm.

"If you wanted to alleviate my boredom by letting me torture you then you should have come days ago," she stated, crossing her arms over her chest, watching as he started taking items out and setting them on the floor. "Well, you answered my internal question of what to get an evil blood sucker who has everything."

Marcus took great care in setting each item down carefully before he raised his eyes to meet hers. "If I were you, I would take great care in how I addressed my captor, now that you see exactly how extensive my collection is."

She rolled her eyes. "You aren't me, so you can't tell me how I should behave. Besides, my collection at home is so much cooler. Here's an idea, how about you let me go and I'll run back to Forks to get it so we can compare?"

The centuries old vampire sighed. "Your useless chatter is getting on my nerves. It would be so much easier if you just answered my questions without a hassle, but since that won't be happening, it gives me a reason to practice my torturing skills. Do you have any idea how long it has been since we've had a guest who refused to tell us what we want to know?"

"Do you know how much I don't care?" she shot back with a tone full of boredom. "The problem you leeches seem to have is the fact you think that everything on this planet should bow down and kiss your sparkling asses. If you're going to torture me then just get to it, but you should know that I won't be telling you anything. I've suffered real torture and your childish games aren't going to break me. It takes a whole lot more than you have to break Leah Clearwater, but-" Leah shrugged indifferently, even though she was starting to feel a bit nervous in the pit of her stomach, "-if you're bored, then give it your best shot. I'm sure that you'll miss."

Marcus started to slowly walk around the room observing the the female shifter from all angles. He wanted a good view of her entire body so he would be able to assess her weak spots. "You know, whenever I have met someone who acts as if they have no fear, I realize they are the easiest ones to break. It won't take me long to get the answers I seek."

Leah scowled before she locked every muscle in her body. She had learned a long time ago how to deal with physical pain. "You've absolutely no idea how much I'm going to enjoy proving you wrong, bloodsucker. You think that you know anything about pain, just because you have a knack for causing it? Well, I'm here to tell you that you don't have a clue as to what real pain is. You can't, because you lack the ability to feel anything real. Can we get this over and done with already? I can't wait to prove you wrong. It'll be the highlight of my day."

Marcus, who hadn't really felt anything since his wife died the final death, was actually rather annoyed at the female shifter. She thought she had any idea of what real pain was? Well, he was going to prove her wrong, and have a good time while doing it. He hadn't really enjoyed anything in a long time, and he knew he'd enjoy this without a doubt. Marcus would take pleasure in breaking her. Maybe in doing this, he would finally be able to fill the whole in his very existence left by the death of his wife. Even if he was unable to get the answers he wanted, at the very least he knew he would gain some form of pleasure from this task.

TBC…

AN: Thanks again to my wonderful beta without her I have no idea how crappy these stories would be. I would love to hear your thoughts on this chapter and oh I am feeling a bit better so I will try to update more often if I can.

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