A/N: Hi there! Here is the next chapter!

Warning: Contains scene which might disturb you a bit. Nothing graphic, nothing beyond PG, may go up to PG-13.

"Imprisonment is as irrevocable as death."

~George Bernard Shaw

Maia hit a hard ground with a thud. No sooner did she try to get up, than a pair of strong, callused hands grabbed her, one hand on her stomach, the other palm pressing onto her mouth, stuffing her attempts to shout.

She struggled against his arms, kicking her arms uselessly as she tried to kick him, to no avail.

"Stop kicking me, girl!" a deep voice snarled beside her neck.

"Leave me!" she screamed.

The man dragged her across the ground, the earth, rocks and leaves her in the

dress she wore.

had laid down a trap for her. It was a snare, and like an innocent rabbit, she was caught in it, with no means to escape.

The man's destination reached quite quickly. They reached a door; the snatched his wand and unlocked it. He shoved her inside with brutal force; she hit the ground with a thud.

A blinding pain suddenly shot through her back. The pain, too much for her to bare, took away her conscious mind as she slipped into unstable darkness.

Cold. Bitter cold. It was the first thing that Maia registered as she struggled to open her eyes. Propping herself up on her elbow, she took a good look around her 'prison'.

It did look like a real prison cell. There was hardly anything there, except for her and the fine layer of dust which coated the floor and the walls. A single, barred window was fitted in one of the wall, and metallic door on the other.

Her back was still sore; she fell back on the hard floor. She groaned and slumped back onto the floor.

It had all been a trap. Her Mother had said that had been busy. Busy with what? Planning her kidnap?

Still, he had been nervous. His hands and voice shook a bit and he was sweating the last time she had seen him; yesterday.

Maybe he was.

The tears were rolling down her face, betraying her underlying emotions.

Don't. Don't cry.

There was nothing she could do now. Her birthday; completely ruined. Her parents would be so worried about her. Why hadn't they done anything yet to find her? Or were they unsuccessful to do so all night long? Or had they even noticed that she was missing?

Before another thought could enter her restless mind, the door of the cell flew open.

A tall, ferocious, muscular man, with tangled mass of brown hair and eyebrows stared down at her with kind of an expression she couldn't recognise.

"Girl!"

She scampered back in fright.

Reaching her with his hands, he took hold of her and snatched her by the shoulders.

"Leave me! I said, leave me!"

Paying no heed to her cries, he carried her out, accidentally yanking her hair out of the hairstyle.

They were out in some kind of a wood, where stood various grey coloured cabin like structures.

He dropped her and she fell down with a thud!

Still not letting go of her, he dragged her off to a larger looking cabin.

Entering it, the first thing she noticed was a large, brown tawny owl, perched on a table in the centre of the cabin.

Trying to ignore the pain in her back, she was pushed towards the table.

A letter was lying on the desk. She picked it up and read it:

Ms. ,

The Werewolf Den,

Epping Forest,

England.

Silence. Her mind couldn't process anything at the moment; it was only registering one single thing.

She had waited for this since she was a baby. She didn't expect her letter to arrive here and in this situation.

Life definitely sucked.

A/N: That's it. You'll know the reason for the mistreatment of Maia afterwards.