He was worse than before. He was gasping for breath, like his lungs couldn't get enough oxygen in them no matter how hard he tried. His chest was covered with slashes and burns, some varying in sizes and depth. His arms were spread wide, diagonally both held up by steel chains that were connected to the wall. His neck was also bound, the thick metal seeming too tight for his throat. The chains seemed like an extra precaution but I knew what it really was. It was a way to make others see him for the animal that they portrayed him as; that he deserved to be chained like some sort of dog. The chains seemed to be buzzing with some sort of electricity. The room was he was in was small and plain white. It seemed to be caging him, the walls closing in on him, making him look too big for the room itself. His hair was in his face, which was dripping with sweat. His sweat was dripping from his hair onto his face and down his body. He was a mess.

A range of emotions swelled in my chest, it was hard to distinguish all of them at once. Sorrow. Love. Pride. Sadness. Disgust.

But one emotion, the one that stood out the most and silenced the others in no protest. Rage. Pure, hot, blinding rage. How dare they? I was standing there, looking at him behind some sort of glass. He didn't look at me. Maybe it was one way glass? But I needed him to look at me, so I could see that his eye betrayed no pain that he was still holding together in one piece. No matter what his physical appearance was, if our minds were still intact then we would heal. I hoped.

I was bound there, no way to move or even blink, telling me that a witch was in the room. I couldn't help him. There was no way possible I could. All we could do is stay as strong as we could for each other. And not just me and him. The others too, that no matter what they did, our bond couldn't be severed. But how dare they chain him like some sort of animal? To present him to others like he was some dog that needed to be chained, like they owners of him. They told me dangerous monsters needed to be chained, tortured so they learned who the master was. The punishment I got almost ripping that guards throat out was worth it. They wanted to know who would be master in the end and I would show them. I would make them watch and feel everything they made our pack go through. Every knife they slit our body with, every poison they injected, even the emotional pain of watching the others. I would make them scream until their throat ran dry and begged for death.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when his head snapped up, looking directly into my eyes. I smirked. Even with one way glass which was magically powered so not even smell could get through was a pathetic attempt to stop him knowing that I was watching. We were all watching, but he knew I wasn't watching in my usual cell. He knew I was near him. He could feel every emotion I could. And now that was close, it was amplified. The rage I felt may of given him an even bigger indicator that I was bound here, watching him in this state. And the emotions weren't just one way like they thought. I could feel every emotion that he felt being chained there.

He was hurting. His werewolf genes were now accustomed to the torture, now expecting the endless burns and cuts. He was healing faster, like his body was learning what to expect and how to deal with it in its own accord. The wolf couldn't live without his host. And the host couldn't live without his wolf. So it seemed like the human in Derek was being pushed back so that the wolf's genes could help, could heal him faster than any human, any supernatural. They were confused at this, with all of us. And though sometimes the wolf can be a right pain in the fucking arse sometimes, this is when he became helpful. Even his healing process was becoming faster than a Healer, which was unheard off. So they started becoming curious. And when curiosity strikes scientists, then they tend to want their subjects in better condition. Better preserved so they could see why we were such freaks and what the Genesis 2 gene they gave us was doing to our supernatural bodies.

If only they preserved Elizabeth they said. If only they kept them in more secure and worthy conditions, one's that experiments could be kept in. As soon as one becomes too much for their power or became aware of what they were, they should have locked us up like prisoners. Helping to push the subjects to the limits and show what power could be reached. That was there only regret. That they didn't lock us up fast enough and that some had to be terminated. That one caused another punishment as well.

The room I was in was small. There were 5 people in the room. I guess I wasn't trusted that much here. That one made me full pelt a laugh. Slap.Well that should have been expected. He growled, his eyes shining. He felt the pain that I just experienced. The man in front of me turned his head, a scowl on his face. He looked at him with pure disgust written on his face. He looked at one of the people standing in the room and nodded.

Agony. He was in agony. That's what I could feel through the bond. Though my eyes saw the electricity go down the steel chains, his body tensing and becoming taller with the electricity flowing into his body. His eyes squeezed shut tightly, more moisture rolling down his naked flesh. And one thought, one thought so powerful I could hear it. Hear it like he was standing right next to me, speaking to me in his normal, beautiful voice.

'Don't Scream'

He didn't have too. I screamed for him, at the man in front of me. Telling him that that that was enough and to leave him alone. I wanted to threaten him, to tell him I wanted to make him feel everything he was feeling in there, that I wanted to rip every flesh he had on him. But I knew that would make it go on longer. And he couldn't go on much longer. I would do anything, anything he wanted. He nodded again and it stopped. My hand became warm, like something was trying to comfort me. I wondered if he was doing this?

Exhaustion was weighing down on him. He had been through so much, more than any of us. Because they knew that even though hurting the others hurt me, so much that I wanted to do anything to trade places so I was the one being physically punished, they knew putting him in this state would send me in frenzy. They didn't know the bond was as stronger than they predicted, if they did it would always be him. Always him that would tortured in order to make me do what they wanted. And they knew that I would always agree. I would always do what they want so that they would leave them alone, leave my family alone.

They were doing this for my punishment. Because I said no. Because I wasn't showing them the correct progress. So they were showing me that they, only they were in control. They were the puppeteers and we were the puppets.

The electricity stopped. He slumped down, his brain going foggy. Pride. He didn't scream. He rarely did, whether that was for us or for the fact that they love it when we scream I didn't know.

"Will you do it then, little necro? Or would you like to see us try and get your mutt to scream"

The bounding magic wore off me but I stayed still as a statue my eyes never leaving the man whose eyes were downcast and panting as he'd just ran a marathon. He couldn't take much longer. A rough hand grabbed my chin and two growls were heard in the room. His hands digging into my chin, making me look at him in the eyes. There would be no reason to fight. I would loose and then they would get punished. And it would be my fault again. I couldn't let that happen, even if I didn't want to go through the processes again. I had to be strong, for all of them. I couldn't let them see that I was getting weak, tired. That my brain was slowing losing its form. Though he knew, he could sense it. It worried him, worried that I would never come back. Truth be told, so was I.

"On one condition" I spat out at the man. He raised his eyebrow and smirked at me. I could hear my man panting and gasping for air. He was going to pass out soon, the exhaustion was creeping into his mind like a disease.

"I don't think you're in the position to ask for conditions necro…do you?" His eyes scanned my face and he smirked.

"Sir?" His head snapped up, eyes piecing the man who spoke. "Maybe if you let the necro have some conditions she would be more willing to participate in the experiments. This way we won't have to…comprise the other subjects" The look that the man was giving I'm surprise that I didn't hear the screams of the scientist that made the suggestion. He didn't like being told what to do. He would punish those who did. A few moments passed and his eyes snapped back to mine.

"Fine" he spat verminously "Name your conditions"

"I want my family to meet Kaya"