Desire and Despair
Chapter 3: Bonded and Gagged
A numbing pain drills in my head as I come to consciousness. The fucking Oni, I hate them as much as I hate the taste of bitter chocolate. Just the smell of it makes my mouth dry up, wait I don't have chocolate in my house.
My eyes flash open to be blinded by the bright rays of the sun hitting me face forward.
Where am I?
This isn't my house.
My eyes relax as it fixes on uncovered windows overlooking the city. My arms and legs are bond to a chair but I can easily rip them off. I may not know where I am at but the smell of dog is hard to not recognize.
Werewolves.
By hearing the heartbeats, five of them. Three humans.
Mistaken, two humans and a banshee.
What an interesting group, even with my back towards them I know they know I am awake.
'She is awake. '
'Why is Raquel here?'
'Why is she wearing my shirt?'
Several whispers flock in the room but they don't know I can hear them. Interesting. So they don't know what they are harvesting.
"Can somebody please tell me what is going on," I ask in a frighten voice.
I escalate my heartbeat to make it sound genuine.
"Why am I here," I plead with tears running down my face.
The sound of footsteps approaches signaling three of them coming. I can tell who they are as the smell of their clothes gives them away.
"Raquel, are you okay," a soft voice asks as they come to my side.
I turn around to see Scott McCall's concern face. Allison Argent is right beside him and Lydia Martin is on the other side.
"What is going on, why am I here," I ask, shaking the chair as if I am trying to get out.
"Calm down, Raquel, you are safe," Allison tries to reassure me.
I cock my head to the side appearing confused.
"If that is true then why am I bonded to a chair," I question.
The teenagers look at each other before looking behind me.
"We just want to know if you are okay after the electricity was shut down yesterday," Scott answers.
My brow scrunches up as my question isn't answered.
"Why am I bonded to a chair? Is this some weird cult ritual you are involved with? Or is this some type of bdsm y'all are a part of," I question loudly.
A round of choking noises fills the open space as embarrassment and horror covers Scott, Allison and Lydia's faces. Inside I am laughing as my senses takes over my surroundings; high rise loft, smell of wolf blood on the cement floors, five miles from my house.
"We are not part of a ritual," a deep voice replies from behind me, his heavy boots walk closer, " we just have some questions."
I lift my head back to meet green eyes staring back at mine, determined.
For a werewolf he is sure hot; raven hair, five o'clock shadow, and a chiseled jaw.
"And it still doesn't explain the chair," I snide at him with an overly sweet voice.
Scoffing, he nods at the teenagers. The role around my wrists and feet are loosening allowing me to rise from the chair. I stretch my arms above my head flexing my aching muscles before turning around.
Of course the other wolves would be in high school but the lone adult one with blue eyes looks similar to the green eye grumpy dog. The teen wolves eye my legs as the shirt is lifted to my mid-thigh.
"So on to the questions," I start putting my arms to my side, the shirt stops just above my knees.
"Where were you last night," green eyed wolf asks gruffly.
I'm guessing he isn't the friendliest in the bunch.
"At home, alone," I answer.
"Where are your parents," Scott steps up to ask.
I turn my head towards him casting a sad frown.
"Dead, from a plane accident," I lie with ease, my heart doesn't flutter.
Lydia holds her hand to her mouth in shock.
"Do you know what happened last night, with the electricity cut off," the older wolf asks from behind the green eyed one.
"No, I just light some candles before I passed out. What is with all the questions, am I in trouble," I ask frantic looking at all of them.
"No," Allison speaks, holding my arm in a friendly way, "there was a small fire at your house and you were lying on the floor unresponsive without any clothes on. We were afraid that you may have been raped."
I can hear her heart skip, lie. I mirror a look of horror on my face. There was no fire; I can smell my candles all the way from here. Naked, well I know why that happened.
"Oh my gosh, oh gosh," I gasp holding my hand to my chest as if it was broken.
Her hand rubs up and down my arm trying to soothe me and Lydia hugs my side. In the mist of acting I can recall that I am not friends with the girls, we are on two different sides of the coin. I am the head cheerleader who only sits with her crowd and they are now the new outcasts. Maybe they are just as good actresses as I.
"It's alright," a deeper authority voice causes me to snap my head up.
"Until your house is repaired by your insurance you can stay with us, Allison and I," he suggests but I can feel it is more like commanded.
So even hunter papa Argent is in this as well, I am truly shocked by this revelation.
"I...I don't know what to say," I stutter in embarrassment.
"It is okay, Raquel. You can stay with us till everything is normal," Allison says with a small smile on her face.
There is no way out of this, they have their suspicions about me and if I deny they will know something is up. I look around the living room to the new twins' faces, Isaac, blue eyed wolf, Chris Argent, Lydia, Allison and Scott. I'm trapped in the middle of the wolves den.
"Thanks, till everything is normal," I nod meekly.
As if I am part of the group before I know nothing is ever normal in Beacon Hills.