Stiles slowly regained consciousness and the first thing he felt was the pain. He remembered the beating he had received the first time he woke up and was not ready for a second one. His head was throbbing and his limbs felt like they were on fire. He tried to open his eyes but discovered that one eye was too swollen to open. He groaned in pain.

"Welcome back princess." A low voice growled from the corner. Stiles squinted to try and get a better look at who had spoken to him. "I was afraid that we had killed you."

"And why haven't you?" Stiles spat, blood dribbling down his chin. He struggled slightly against the restraints that were holding him to a chair, but it proved too painful to move.

"Stiles, my dear boy, we don't WANT to kill you. We just want your pack."

"If you're hoping that I'll bring you to them then you're sorely mistaken, and if you wanted them to help you with something then kidnapping me was definitely not the way to go about that." Stiles was mentally kicking himself for talking back to these people, as he did not want a repeat of his last beating, but he had never been good at keeping his thoughts to himself.

His captor laughed. "Do you really think we are that daft? We are going to use your death as an example. Scott McCall will follow the scent of your blood," the man emerged from the shadows and towered over Stiles, "and he will be forced to watch us kill his favorite little human." The man grabbed Stiles's face, making him yelp in pain. "Once the true alpha has been thoroughly broken he will be given a choice. Either he helps us kill or turn the rest of the humans in Beacon Hills into werewolves, or I will keep killing people he cares about one by one until he agrees. Not bad, huh?"

Stiles opened his mouth to make a witty response, but it had suddenly become very dry. All hope of making it out of this place alive seemed to drain from his mind.

"You know that Scott will never let you get away with this." Stiles said weakly, "He probably already knows it's a trap and he will be bringing the rest of the pack for help. You will never over power them all." Stiles just hoped that he sounded more confident than he actually felt.

"You forget human," the man leaned so close to his face that Stiles could feel the heat from his breath on his face and see his eyes suddenly glow red, "I am a werewolf. An Alpha. I can sense when you are lying." He leaned back and laughed a low, menacing laugh.

Stiles sunk further down into his chair and looked away from the werewolf.

A few hours had passed and Scott still hadn't shown up.

"See? I told you he wouldn't be dumb enough to come walking into your trap." Stiles began to feel hopeful for the first time since he was taken. "He probably doesn't even know that I am missing. Our last conversation did not exactly end on a happy note."

"Should we send him another message then?" The werewolf walked up to Stiles and extended his claws. "If he doesn't show up I'll just have to kill you slower and then dump your body in his room so that he has no choice but to find you." The alpha sunk his claws into Stiles's thigh and Stiles screamed in agony. "Maybe he doesn't care as much about you as I thought he did. Maybe he would care more if he could hear you scream." The claws were ripped out of Stiles's thigh and plunged into his stomach. Stiles cried out again and his vision began to fade around the edges.