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Second half to this two part chapter, enjoy...

Mara woke up in a cold and quiet room. She was tied up, her arms bound tightly behind her, her legs wrapped up and duck tape strapped harshly over her lips. She struggled against the bonds, her eyes stinging with tears and her breath coming out ragged. She tried to scream against the tape, wetting her lips to try and remove it. She flailed around for several minutes like a fish out of water, struggling for oxygen.

"Calm down, detective", a deep and rough voice hissed from a dark corner of the room. Mara stilled, she tried to control her breathing, but it came too quickly from her nostils and she could feel herself panicking as her lungs tightened.

"You're the youngest member, aren't you?" Cooed the cold voice, still hidden in the shadows, in a place where Mara's red, tired eyes couldn't reach. "You always were. Brand new when I still worked there. You and your sister. Oh she will be upset when she finds you." Though she couldn't see him, Mara imagined the Cheshire Cat smile spreading over his lips in sick delight.

"Murphf", she tried to shout at him, but the tape kept her voice muffled.

"You did have quite a mouth on you. I couldn't stand for that. Still can't. I prefer silence; tranquility", he sighed happily as Mara yelled out behind the tape again. "I see you don't enjoy that as much as I do. Don't worry, I'll fix that." She heard his footsteps near her, she tried to turn her head around to get a look at him, but her grabbed her face and held it away from him.

"Did you know wolves are opportunists. They seek out the weakest link, and they work together in a surprise," a needle sunk into Mara's neck, causing her to yelp, "...attack. I expect that young Dr Reid could've told you that. He and you seem to share similarities. You're both desired targets for wolves, being the youngest and the weakest."

Mara tried to yell "I'm not weak" but her voice didn't seem to work. She tried again. The injection that Jason had jammed into her neck had sent a strange warm, tingling sensation through her throat.

"Ah, its working." He came into view, and Mara recoiled at seeing his face again. She rememebred those chiselled features and the cruel, sharp angles of his face. He smiled wryly at her, holding up a bottle. "Drain cleaner. You're the first human I've tried it on. Seems like it works", he ripped the tape off her mouth and she went to scream obscenities at him, but nothing came from her throat. She shouted, but only an extremely quite whimper was heard.

"Isn't that better?" He exhaled deeply, closing his eyes at the silence. Mara cried harder, tears blurring Jason from her vision. Help, please. Amelia, please... she begged in her mind, knowing her voice would no longer do as she commanded. Wolf reached out and stroked the young detective's hair from out of her tear stained face. Mara flinched and tried to cringe away from the invading fingers.

"So pretty", he hissed. "I'm not like other wolves, I don't follow their rules. If I were like a real wolf, Matthew would be lay here not you, seeing as he's the weakest. But I just had to have you. It was your fault after all. You tried to negotiate with that kid, Stephen was it? I could've just taken him out, we don't negotiate with terrorists, and that's what he was, it doesn't matter if that mother got in the way, taking him out was our mission, and you screwed it up." He yanked her hair up before slamming it into the floor. "You've brought this on yourself", he muttered, standing up and looking down at her with disgust.

"It's your turn to suffer", he grabbed her legs and pulled. Mara tried to yell as she was pulled into another room, but her vocal chords only released pitiful sounds. The next room was brighter, a light swinging from the ceiling. Jason pushed Mara onto her knees and she started crying again. There was a second man in this room.

"Didn't I tell you that wolves hunt in packs?" He chuckled, circling her like a shark waiting to attack.

"Can she scream?" The other voice cut in. This voice was younger and of a higher pitch, but it was still laced with an unforgiving coldness.

"Nope, we're just enjoying each other's company at the moment", Jason smiled down at Mara, who was silently crying, her mouth open to release sobs, but little noise made it out of her mouth. He watched her, on her knees, struggling to keep her balance and soundlessly pleading to live.

"What are we waiting for?" The younger man asked, coming nearer. Jason held up a hand to the young man, halting him.

"It's nice to watch them. A little bit of false hope doesn't hurt anybody", Mara's lips trembled at this. You're not getting out of this one. No-ones coming to save you. She gasped at the realisation and was ready to sob unindurable, but she held her mouth closed and looked bravely into Wolf's eyes. If she was going to die, she'd do it as a strong individual. Even as the light left her eyes, she would hold herself with dignity. Jason's smile faltered at the sudden courage Mara showed.

"Yea, you're right. Let's get on with this". Strong hands cut the cable tie around Mara's wrists and feet. Mara tried to get away, but the hands of the younger man were stronger. He held her tight as she kicked out at him. A scraping of metal on the concrete floor echoed through the building. Mara glanced up to see Jason pulling over a tank filled with water.

"Bring her over." Mara knew what was going to happen, so she fought fiercely. She smacked her head back, hearing a dull whack, she pulled her hands away from her captor, spinning around and landing a knee in the groin of the younger man, who was already bent double. You can do this. She stumbled on her feet as she dashed for the door. Almost there, you can... she felt the floor under her disappear and her back greeted it with searing agony. Wolf grabbed her under the armpits and yanked her over to the middle of the room again. She squirmed and hit, but the grasp on her remained strong.

Mara felt herself thrown to the ground and before she could move, Wolf was on her.

"You can't get away this time", he grunted, securing her in place with his strong body. He had her knelt next to the trough. She tried everything to disarm him, but the lock he had on her was paralysing. He took hold of her hair again, keeping her head held above the trough of water for a few seconds, teasing his sadistic desire.

"You're not really a fan of water, are you?" He laughed, plunging Mara's head into the water. He had to hold on tight as she struggled feverishly.

Mara's face hit the water, before she could take another breath. Instantly she released the little air she had in her lungs and started panicking. Her hearing was muffled, but she heard the muffled bangs of her arms hitting the trough reverberating through the water and the grunts of Jason as he tried to keep her head under. She needed to breath, her lungs begged for air. She began to convulse with the need; bucking against Jason's hand to try and breath in the air outside of the trough. Her head was pushed more harshly into the water, and Mara bucked harder the need for air grew too strong and she tried to breath underwater. Her lungs replenished, but it wasn't with air. Her whole body contorted as she choked on the water that had just invaded her body. Need air, and she tried to breath again, but only choked instead. The insatiable want for oxygen disappeared and the unrelently pain ceased. Her body stopped convulsing. She felt calm under the water, her blurred vision replaced with a pretty light. She followed the light, away from the cold, dark room, to a new place.

She heard the slow thumping of her heart finally give up.

That was depressing, sorry.

I will update tomorrow.