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Stiles woke up, ankle throbbing, in darkness. He struggled to get up to find that he was strapped down in a chair. He really did not like this at all. "Struggling isn't going to help you." Said a voice that seemed familiar. Like he'd heard it just recently. There was a click and a light hanging above Stiles flickered to life. Thick wooden chair, not easily broken, big leather straps, nailed into the chair on his wrists and uninjured ankle. There was a bit of water on the dirty stone floor.
"Well I think that's a matter of opinion. See, struggling makes me feel better. It's like therapeutic or something. When kidnapped, I think struggling would be the best course of action. At least a better one that just giving up. Because I know they'll be coming for me. And when they do...oh when they come...you'll be in a world of pain. See, they don't like people hurting me. And they especially don't like people kidnapping me." Stiles said as he continued to struggle. The big nurse stepped into the light.
"Shut up." He sneered as he backhanded Stiles across the face. Stiles felt blood on his lip and cheek but ignored it.
"They'll come for me. And you best not be here when they do. See, Derek likes snow and the rain. And he likes running too but most of all...he likes me. And he does not like it when people touch his things." Stiles continued, despite another backhand. "And dad, well he likes shooting people. I'm the only family he's got left after mom died so he'll be coming for you. With every gun he has. Every bullet. Everything." He said as yet another backhand came down upon him.
"Shut up." The guy snarled.
"Make me." Stiles spat up at him.
"You don't seem to get it." He said grabbing Stiles's chin and tilting his head painfully up. "You're the bait." He laughed a thick sound that seemed to come from his muscled gut. He was no longer wearing the scrubs, now wearing full tactical gear that seemed much more his size. Stiles's eyes were wide as he considered all the possibilities before landing on one.
"You're a hunter." He said. Another thick laugh.
"Took you long enough. What else did ol' wolfie tell you 'bout us?" He asked as he brought his foot up so that he could step on Stiles's hand, leaning heavily on his booted foot. Stiles heard snapping, probably his fingers breaking like twigs under this guy's boot.
"To stay out of your way." Stiles hissed through clenched teeth. He would not show this guy, this fake nurse his pain.
"Why don't you call for him?" He asked as he lifted his boot from the broken fingers. Stiles's mind was whirring. He didn't call him by name; does that mean he doesn't know who he is? So, Derek would be safe as long as Stiles had this information.
"What's your name?" Stiles asked.
"Why should I tell you?" He asked.
"Because once you have big ol' wolfie you're going to kill me. I'd like to at least know your name." Stiles responded trying to be as sweet and innocent as he possibly could without seeming fake. The man said nothing. "Fine. Don't tell me. But I'll tell you some things about me. I'm Stiles. I'm 147 pounds of pale skin and valentine's material. But not for you. That's just for my boyfriend. At least the valentine's material bit. I tend to get myself in trouble and open my mouth when I shouldn't. I use sarcasm as defense and I know who your wolfie is. You on the other hand..." Stiles trailed off grinning.
"And what will it take for you to tell me who it is?" The guy asked leaning in close to Stiles who pretended to be thinking for a moment.
"Your name." Stiles said at last. The guy wrinkled his nose, as if smelling Stiles's trick.
"You can call me Sir." He said after a while.
"I wish I could say it's nice to meet you Sir but seeing as you've kidnapped me...it's not." Stiles smiled. "So Sir, I'll give you one last chance. I'll make sure my wolfie doesn't...ya know...kill you if you let me go right now." Stiles said with his best I'm-a-winner-and-you-should-love-me-because-I'm-adorable smile.
"Yeah right." Sir laughed.
"Oh c'mon. You can probably tell that hitting me's not going to get you what you want." Stiles sighed dramatically. Sir nodded. "So I think another tactic is what you need. Let me go." Stiles thought it sounded like a good enough idea.
"You're right. I need a new tactic." Sir said as he went back into the darkness only for another click to signal more lights flickering to life. Stiles's eyes went wide as they found what else was in the dingy room. A table with wrist and ankle restraints, and a lot of knives. All kind of knives. Stiles felt himself get cold but repressed a shiver as Sir returned to him. One blow was all it took to knock Stiles out cold.