AN: Another chapter rewritten, yippee :-D
Chapter 3: Chained
(REWRITTEN)
She woke in instant awareness, not even a second was needed to realize what had happened the night before.
The feral man, the hunt, Jason was safe, and now she was chained to a wall in some kind of cell. She narrowed her eyes to adjust to the incoming light. Even though it wasn't much. The room was dark, dusky and there was no way of getting out of here.
Just like all those years ago.
She violently started jerking the chain but it wouldn't give. She panicked a little when she felt the weight of the chains around her limbs.
"Don't bother little wolf. It's adamantium. And good morning by the way".
She recognized the dark, sardonic voice instantly. Her eyes shot up and she searched frantically around the room until she caught sight of the big feral man.
"Where am I? Why am I here? Get these fucking chains off me!".
For only a second she forgot how scared she was. She panicked because of the little dark cell she was in. She was not good with dark confined places.
"Perhaps it's me but, it doesn't seem like you are in any position to tell me what to do little wolf. Now, let's see, last night we got off on a bit of a rough start, wouldn't you say?" he smirked down at her as she eyed him fearfully "So why don't we try again. My name is Victor Creed. You can either call me 'sir' or 'mister Creed'. Call me anything else and I'll break your beautiful limbs. Understood?".
She didn't reply. Instead, she just glared at him.
He just stood there, leaning against the bars of the cell, arms crossed and smirking down at her. He eyed her up and down. Even with the ripped jeans, wrinkled shirt and messed up hair she looked…
Good. A little too good.
Definitely more than doable.
And then there was that smell, that scent.
Fucking hell.
Mystique was right. He really would have a hard time controlling his inner beast around her.
"Why am I here, sir?" she finally dared to ask. He didn't appreciate the tone of her voice though.
"Be patient little wolf. I will show you in a second. First-" he slowly made his way over to her and placed something in front of her "You need to eat".
She grunted internally and stared at the sandwiches "I'm not gonna eat your poisonous food" she spat.
He growled, grabbed her throat and lifted her up, shoving her roughly against the wall, pressing his body against hers "You will do as I say" he growled way too close to her face "Now eat the fucking food".
Ungrateful little wench. He brought her food for crying out loud. As if he was her bitch instead of the other way around.
He instantly let go after barking in her face. He needed her healthy and alive. So manhandling wasn't a good idea. Fuck sake, she made it hard to control his temper too.
She coughed violently and looked up, straight into his preying eyes.
He sighed and rolled his eyes "It's not poisonous little wolf. Why the fuck would I go through all that trouble just to poison you? If I wanted you dead, you'd be dead, trust me".
Fine, the man had a point. But trusting him? She would not.
She hesitantly reached for the sandwich and started nibbling on it, realizing she was actually a little hungry. Scratch that, she was famished.
"Why do you call me that?" she asked out of the blue.
"Call you what?".
"Little wolf. I have a name and it's not that".
He smirked down at her and scoffed "I don't care what your name is. I call you 'little wolf' so that's your name from now on".
No. It's. Not.
But she kept her mouth shut and ate her food instead.
"Now-" he finally said as she finished her sandwich "I'm going to unchain you and you're gonna be a good little wolf. No barking, no biting and no scratching, got that?".
She nodded silently. He scared the shit out of her but at the same time she wanted to defy him. And why was she even here? He hadn't jumped her yet, no rape, no marking, nothing. So why?
Maybe he was the kind of animal who liked to play with his food first.
He reached for her ankle and grabbed it tightly "You scared little wolf?" he asked, amused by the scent of fear coming off her in waves.
"No".
He cocked a brow "No what?".
She narrowed her eyes at him "No sir, I've never been more comfortable in my life".
He squeezed her ankle tightly as he unlocked the chain "You better learn to bite your tongue around me. Learn your place little wolf, and learn it fast. I don't make idle threats".
She wanted to push back, be sassy to let him know he didn't control her. But by now she realized how scared she was of him.
"Sorry" she mumbled.
"That's better".
He yanked her arm and pulled her to her feet violently.
"Follow me" he commanded as he dragged her out of the cell.
She almost stumbled at the force he pulled her along with.
"What was that witch blade you stuck in my shoulder last night?" he asked her as they walked the hallway.
She looked at him confused and then she remembered her knife. She lost it when she stabbed him in the shoulder.
"It's uhm… a special knife which mutants don't heal from".
"Yeah, I noticed. Up here" he replied as he pulled her along towards a stairway.
He could hardly use his left arm, the wound still hadn't healed as it should've. It was healing at 'human pace'. A.k.a: slow as hell.
"Did you aim for my heart?".
"Yes sir".
"Well, your aim sucks little wolf".
"Sorry about that" she mumbled almost inaudible.
He chuckled mockingly "Bet you are".
He opened two massive doors and she had to shut her eyes against the amount of light suddenly blinding her.
They entered some kind of laboratory. It was huge. There were many other mutants standing around.
"You all got nothing to do or something?" Creed barked at the mutants standing around.
"They just wanted to see her boss" a blue woman with fiery red hair explained.
"Well, you've all seen her, now get the fuck back to work".
They all quickly disappeared and then it was just them and a half naked, unconscious man on a lab table.
"This here, is my brother Jimmy" he said as he pulled away the sheet "A long time ago, he had some jack ass scientist inject his body with adamantium. It's poisoning him slowly. As you can see, he's on the edge of dying".
She was surprised by the glimpse of pain in his eyes when he told her about his brother. She could even smell it.
"There's adamantium bullets in his brain too. Causing him memory loss. You are here to fix this".
She stared at the man on the table.
The good looking feral man she met years ago in the club. From whom she stole the knife. He had introduced himself as 'the Wolverine'. Which she decided couldn't possibly be someone's real name, but that didn't matter at the time.
For fuck sake.
Could this shit get any worse? Was this karma?
"What's wrong?" Creed asked when he caught her terrified blue eyes "I've been told this is what you do little wolf. You take damage and heal it off" he grumbled as he walked around the table and stood way too close behind her.
"Are you gonna tell me you're useless?" he asked dangerously "Should I find a different use for you? Because I have a few ideas".
"No sir".
"So do it. Fix him" he hissed.
"What if, I don't know if, I mean, I don't know if I can do this" she stammered.
He grabbed both her upper arms roughly and pulled her flush against him violently. His nails digging into the side of her upper arms painfully.
"If you don't" he hissed next to her ear "I will make your worst nightmare come true. I will torture you and rape every hole in your body and then I will mark you so you're mine. That's what you're afraid of right? That's what you thought I wanted your cute little ass for?".
"Yes" she breathed.
"Yes what?"
"Yes sir".
"Good. We have an understanding then" he said as he let go of her "And if you pull it off and cure my brother, I will simply let you go. No rape, no marking, nothing. You'll be a free woman again. On my honor. As long as you do as I say. Understood?".
She nodded and looked over the man on the table again. He looked absolutely terrible. On the edge of dying for sure. And she did actually feel she should help him, no matter how she got here. It wasn't like the sick feral male had captured her himself. His brother had, because he was so desperate to save his life.
She felt bad for the two of them. They must have been so close. Just like her and Jason.
"I cannot take all his damage at once though. Because it's poison" she reluctantly admitted, a little scared of his reaction.
"I know" he smirked "I have several scientists here who research Jimmy. They will keep an eye on you also. So you simply take as much damage as you can, then sleep it off and the next day you do your little party trick once more. Over and over again until he's all better".
She nodded again "Okay".
He frowned and looked her over. He didn't get it at all. Why didn't she fight? Why did she just consent in helping him? She smelled afraid but not afraid enough for his liking. And it still didn't explain why she didn't fight like a real feral would. It angered him. He wanted her to fight.
He wanted to fight her. Break her. Being feral, she should have a lot more backbone than this.
Creed turned around to the speakerphone on the wall "Get him in here".
The other doors to the lab opened up and the blue woman walked in. Stryker walking next to her.
Ylva's eyes flashed in anger for a mere second. She knew it! She knew it was him who sold her out. This could only have been him. That disgusting little insect of a man.
She tried to mask her flash of anger quickly. Too late, Creed instantly smelled her rage, but didn't address it.
"Welcome Ylva, my name is Mystique" the blue woman introduced herself quite friendly "And this here, is my good friend William Stryker".
It didn't sound at all like Mystique meant that last part.
"I know who this man is" Ylva replied coldly, her eyes never leaving the old man.
William Stryker swallowed hard and looked quite fearful of the little feral woman. Creed and Mystique exchanged glances but neither knew what was going on between those two.
"Stryker here will keep an eye on Logan and when you and him are both ready, you can start taking damage".
Ylva finally managed to tear her hateful stare away from Stryker and looked at Mystique "I know what I'm here for, your boss explained".
The blue mutant gave her a curious smile "Disappointed?".
"Hardly".
"Show her around Myst" Creed commanded her sternly.
"Alrighty boss" she replied as she took Ylva's hand "Follow me".
"So this is the kitchen. When you're hungry, just take what you like. Everyone around here takes care of themselves so don't expect anyone to bring you food".
"Okay".
"Here, have a drink" Mystique said as she poured her some tea "You look like a tea kind of person".
Ylva smiled a little. The shapeshifter was right, she loved her tea "Thank you".
"Did the boss explain about the security system?".
"Sorry, what?".
"Guess he didn't. Well it's very simple really. Don't try to leave the building, you won't succeed and you'll end up badly hurt. Or worse".
"I'll try my best to remember that" Ylva murmured.
"Then again, why would you wanna leave right?" Mystique mockingly asked.
"Right, I'll just cure his brother and then I'm outta here".
Mystique didn't reply and just chuckled at the little feral mutant as she sipped from her tea.
It made Ylva nervous "He… he will let me go right? I mean, he promised. He gave me his word".
Mystique walked closer to Ylva and started caressing her long caramel colored hair. It made the feral woman extremely uncomfortable.
"I have no doubt about it beautiful. The Sabre always honors his word" she leaned in and whispered close to her ear "Question is; will you still want to leave when he's done with you?".
Ylva ignored the last comment and quickly took a step back "Sabre?" she asked curiously.
"Sabretooth. Sabre. It's what I call him behind his back. God forbid if you ever do it to his face".
"I've been told to call him sir or mister Creed".
"And if you know what's good for you, you stick with that" his dark voice came from the doorway behind them "Myst, I told you to show her around, not give the grand tour and throw her a tea party".
Mystique winked at Ylva and quickly made her way out. Before she left, Victor grabbed the blue woman's arm and whispered something about staying the hell away from his new pet.
"Made a new friend already little wolf?" he asked sarcastically as he turned towards her.
"Uhm… she just showed me around, like you ordered, sir".
Ordered.
He chuckled at her choice of words. Indeed, he did order people around.
He was the boss after all. And he enjoyed every minute of his power. Especially over her. This scared little wolf standing in his kitchen. He didn't like the menace in her voice when she called him 'sir' though. She better start showing some respect soon.
He walked over to where she stood against the counter and placed both hands on either side of her, locking her between his body and the counter, making her nervous as hell with his intense and dark stare. Increasing her heart rate and breathing rapidly. He loved the smell of her fear, it was strangely addictive.
He looked her over and growled "How come you don't fight little wolf?".
His voice was able to scare and thrill her at the same time. It was dark and husky.
Masculine.
She looked around nervously, anywhere but his eyes.
"I- I don't understand what you mean sir". No menace this time. Just anxiousness. That's better.
"How come-" he lingered as one of his talons scraped her cheek "I take you, tell you what to do and you simply consent, hm?".
Fact was: he thought it was boring as hell and expected a lot more fight from the little wolf mutant who scarred up his two best men so badly. He wanted her to run, to chase her. He wanted her to put up a fucking fight already so he could go wild on her. He wanted an excuse to hurt and punish her.
His finger lifted her chin, forcing her to look at him.
"Are you going to answer me or should I choke it out of you?".
Her eyes slowly roamed his face, pausing on his lips just a few seconds too long.
"I'm not a very good fighter sir" she whispered as she met his gaze once more "Also, you're a lot stronger than me. And because, I trust that you'll let me go once I've healed your brother, right? So I figured I have nothing to worry about".
He grinned at her, his thumb slowly stroking her cheekbone, trailing little circles over it.
"Sure I will. But that's not why you don't fight little wolf. I think you actually want to help people in need. You enjoy it, don't you?".
She was getting real nervous now. How was she supposed to answer this? Was it a trick question? A trap? Sure felt like one. And how could she think about the answer with his warm body pressed against her, his face mere inches away from hers, his hand on her face and his breath flowing down her lips with every word he spoke?
Again she wondered where she had smelled this feral mutant before.
"I feel that it's the right thing to do sir" she stammered, extremely unsure of herself and her answer.
He inhaled sharply and eyed her intensely. The answer angered him somehow.
"Well" he finally said as he took a step away from her, reaching for her arm "That's just fucking pathetic".
He jerked her arm roughly, making her stumble along as she followed him towards the door.
"Follow me. Stryker is done so now it's your turn to show me what you can do"
Ylva POV
It's official.
I. Fucking. Hate. Victor. Creed.
Had this asshole simply asked me to come help him out with his brother, I would have.
Obviously I'm helping him now, because I have to, but that's not the point.
The point is that I am nice and I would have helped him willingly. Had he asked. Which he did not. Because Victor fucking Creed doesn't do asking.
He takes. He's a taker. He just takes whatever the fuck he wants with very little consideration for other people's lives. Other people don't matter to him. We are all expendable trespassers in his little story called "The incredulous life of Victor fuckface Creed''.
Fucking misogynistic, controlling, abusive, man-handling, aggressive, toxic piece of absolute shit.
And gorgeous. Let's not forget gorgeous. He's fucking handsome and that's what I hate most about him. Someone this cruel shouldn't be allowed to look this good.
Smells amazing too, but that's probably just feral attraction so I will do my best to ignore that.
I wanna rake my claws down his face. No, better, I wanna cut my knife down his face so he doesn't heal and he's forced to be ugly for the rest of his life.
Holy shit, when did I get this dark? Oh, wait, that's right, since I was abducted and held against my will. So since yesterday.
No fight? Does he honestly think I have no fight in me? First of all; his opinion of me doesn't matter and second; I simply pick my battles mister Creed.
Asshole.
I can't blame him for his motivation however. I mean, I get it. If anyone would understand his motivation for doing this, it's me.
He's doing this for his brother and he's greatly pained by how his little brother is suffering and possibly dying. I could sense and smell the pain when he explained about Jimmy. Just as he can smell my fear, I smelled his fear for Jimmy dying just as clearly. No matter how he tries to hide it beneath that macho posterior.
So I guess he has some redeemable qualities like loyalty and dedication.
One might say this makes him family-minded. But that thought makes my breakfast resurface in my mouth, so I won't give him that one.
Also he didn't hurt, rape or torture me and apparently has no plans for it either. Which makes him different from the few feral males I've met so far. It seems discipline and self-control comes with age. So there's another redeemable quality I guess. Although, 'not doing' something bad is hardly a quality so I take that one back.
But if he actually let's me go after I've helped him, it means he's honest and true to his word.
But that one is yet to be proven.
Look, I'm a big believer in the world not being black and white. No one is entirely good or entirely bad. The hero in one story is someone else's villain and the other way around.
So I will help Victor Creed with his brother. Because I have no choice, but mainly because it's the right thing to do.
But he better start acting nicer because I am this close to kicking him in the nuts.
Healing factor doesn't expel pain motherfucker.
AN: Another chapter rewritten :-D I am really enjoying writing these POV parts ^_^