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Get Out Alive by Three Days Grace

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God I hurt all over.

I rolled onto my back and regretted it instantly, I could feel one pain cut along my ribs and I touch it gently. Dried blood graced my fingertips and I hissed in annoyance, the ache between my legs was lesser than this. As I sat up I twisted to look at my back and luckily my harder scales had protected me from the pressure of his claws.

Hurt like a bitch.

No worse than with a switch I suppose….

My clothes were where I left them and I slowly began to get dressed, dried seed on my inner thigh made me blush. Fuck. I pulled my tank top over my head and I thanked god for the contraceptive shot I had received a day before. The last thing I needed was a pregnancy.

I hated my body.

I would hate the baby too because it'd be my luck that it would turn out pink and…human.

Glancing around I ran a hand through my hair, no Waylon yet again so I went over to the radio and adjusted the dial. Nothing but the regular chatter about the weather not that I would see the sun again. Not that I was very acquainted with it anyway.

Boredom was the enemy here so I began to wander to the waters edge, Waylon had specifically said not to go out without him but I wasn't a child. I dove into the water and swam through the tunnel, surfacing to pull myself up onto the platforms floating on the water. The water stung the cuts on my ribs but I followed the platforms back to the entrance of the maze. Touching the concrete and stone wall I studied the scratch marks and curiously stuck my head out of the entrance to the main larger tunnel.

Where was Waylon?

As my only companion I got a little nervous when he wasn't around, not that I felt secure here anyway. I could taste something acrid in the air and I cautiously stepped onto the metal platforms leading back to the doors. I had just taken my first step out when I was grabbed around the waist and hauled back into the opening to the maze. I yelped and struggled for a second until I realized who it was.

A very annoyed looking Waylon was holding me to his chest as he glared down at me, more than annoyed he was angry.

"What're ya doin' out here?" He growled and I squirmed in his tight embrace which was very different than last night.

"I got bored—leggo you're hurting my ribs!"

Releasing me he inhaled sharply and looked at my side which was a little red through the white wet fabric. For once I felt a little embarrassed that he was seeing my weakness as I looked away.

"Bein' with me is painful. Get over it," With that he turned and pushed me back towards the maze of tunnels.

"Stop pushing," I pushed him back and his eyes got that look again, it was reptilian as he put a hand over my head pinning me to the wall.

"Do you want to be collared?"

I blinked and stared up at him. "They wouldn't do that."

His chuckled was deep and condescending. "And whys that?"

"I'm not violent."

"Liar. You love the taste of blood," He put his mouth by my ear and cupped my crotch with his other hand making me startle a bit. I pushed at his hand and shook my head.

"That's not true!"

"You weren't complaining when I was marking up your hide."

My eyes got wide and I shoved him hard pushing him back so some distance was between us and I glared at him. "That's different, Waylon, that isn't—"

"You like pain." Looming over me he forced me back against the wall once more his hand cupping my jaw and his thumb claw parted my lips. "You like giving it."

That wasn't true, it couldn't be true as I turned my face away from his hand and he leaned down, licking from my collarbone to my chin. But why was I aroused by this? I dug my claws into his wrist as he began to massage and tease my snatch through the prison shorts.

"Why are you mean to me?" I whimpered and he chuckled again, snickering as his hot breath was in my face.

"Because you can take it." I raised my arms and wrapped them around his neck, dragging my claws down his neck as I felt him shudder. It was odd because he was so big and he snarled, actually snarled like an animal against my throat. "Imma fuck you again if you do that…"

"Right here?" I giggled a little at the thought and I licked his leathery throat skin, nipping gently as I whispered. "Why don't you?"

He ran his hands up my stomach to my breasts and I tilted my head back to show him my throat, I don't know it was a sign of submission because of delicate my neck was. Fuck I wanted this even though I was still a tiny bit achy from before but I didn't have the chance as he snapped his head back up. Looking towards the opening of the tunnel back towards where the junction met up with the cell door.

"Stay here." He turned and gave me a nudge towards the water as he took a step towards the metal gate. Just in time I smelt the distinct smell of cigarettes and paper, Aaron Cash appeared at the opening with a dozen security officers. All toting shotguns and assault rifles, all were cocked and ready to be a little trigger happy.

"There you are. We need your girlfriend, doctors' orders." I didn't feel so comforted by the fact that they had guns and I hid behind Waylon who bared his teeth. "Unless we were interrupting something…"

A few of the guards made faces of disgust at the insinuation and I felt bile in my throat as I took a step back. Waylon did the exact opposite he moved closer to them which seemed to set them on edge.

"You brought me a snack, Casssh?" He licked his teeth and chuckled menacingly as the guards looked nervous while Cash wrinkled his face up. "Shes not going nowhere."

"Activate the collar."

I'd never heard such a shriek because it brought Waylon to his knees, the collar hummed with electricity and he clutched his head in pain as I watched in horror. Cash just watched as the much larger man struggled and his gaze shifted to me, they were without sympathy.

"Come on, girl. You have an appointment." I knew I didn't so I did the only thing I could do, I ran. Like the coward I was I turned and dove into the water much to their anger because I could hear them shouting my name.

I swam all the way back to the hideout, crawling out of the water and curling up by the crates as I shook. They wanted to collar me like they did with Waylon, I could only hope that he got out of there like I did. I could only hope that he wasn't mad at me for being such a fucking coward.