A/N: More violent stuff in this chapter. Have fun.
"Fuck me I'm out of breath." Mia sputtered out as she fell against a tree. She had only been running for twelve minutes but along uneven ground it was harder than it looked. She spat on the floor, straightened up and patted herself down.
"Oh shit." Mia muttered as she found that most of her clothes had been left behind in the tent. All she had left was some black cotton underwear, socks and a bra, her boots, a skimpy vest and an oversized worn shirt. All of a sudden the cold hit her and she shivered uncontrollably, wrapping the shirt tight around herself.
"You'd think all this chub would keep me warm." She muttered, glancing at her chunky thighs.
Wait, where's my phone?
"...bolloooooocks..." Came out slow and low as she realised that her phone was still in her jacket. Which was still in the tent. Or on the floor if it had fallen out earlier. But where was she earlier?
I don't even know where the fuck I am...
Was it possible that Scabior had set up camp in the same forest they had arrived in? It was unlikely but there was only one way to find out. Mia re-buttoned up her shirt and crossed her arms, picking her way through the forest with a scowl on her face.
She came across a couple of scuffed patches of dirt but none with any footprints in. It was impossible to know whether she had been there before that day. Everything was starting to look the same now. Suddenly a rasping choking sound came from her far right.
"What the..." Mia unfolded her arms and edged forward slowly, her heart racing.
A fox was bent over, retching beside a messy area of dead leaves and dirt. Finally whatever was stuck in its throat shot out and it scampered off as Mia stepped forward.
"No..." She choked out as it came into view. Her phone.
Mia picked it up with shaking hands and brought it up to her face. Stifling a sob, she used her sleeve to wipe the drool off and pressed the on button. The screen didn't even light up.
Mia took a deep breath with her eyes closed. Her heart was still beating hard from her close encounter in the tent. She tried the power button, the camera button, the volume - but nothing was working. Mia turned it over and saw the deep teeth marks in the battery and let the phone fall to the floor with a quiet thud.
A shriek echoed in the distance.
"Oh, Alice." Mia scrambled back along through the trees with more vigour than before.
"STOP!" Mia screamed as she fell into Greyback's tent. He had just sunk his teeth into Alice's neck and looked to be about to take a chunk out just as he was distracted by her entrance. He let Alice's lifeless body drop to the floor before striding over to her.
"You wanna join in?" He grumbled in a smug tone. Mia watched with disgust as he spat out a mouthful of blood and licked the remains off his lips. Out of the corner of her eye Alice twitched.
"I'll call the police...then you'll be fucked." Mia managed to say, resisting the urge to take a few steps backwards.
Greyback took an appreciative glance at her legs and took a step forward.
"Call them with what?" Greyback took another glance at her clothing, looking for the telltale rectangular lump of a phone. "You haven't got one of those little muggle phones on ya." Greyback grabbed her around the waist and frisked her top half roughly, his claw like nails tearing through her shirt.
"G-get-o-o-off-m-me." Mia froze as she pressed her hands against his chest and tried to push him away but the attempt was beyond futile. Greyback's hands snaked their way under her knickers to grab her butt, letting his claws pierce her skin.
"Mm. You smell good, but not as good as Alice." Greyback chuckled, wrapping an arm around her and looking around at the half-conscious girl on the floor. But she wasn't there.
"What the fuck-" Greyback's arm tightened painfully around her as his eyes swept over the hideous tent.
Suddenly there was a high-pitched yell which sounded like it came from a long way away. Mia then realised that Alice had escaped. But why would she be screaming?
"Alice!" Mia struggled in Greyback's arms, a couple of tears running down her cheeks.
"Move another inch, an' I'll snap ya neck." A gravelly voice at her ear spoke as a huge hand wrapped around her throat. Mia was effectively silenced. Greyback leant down and pressed his forehead against hers. He inhaled and sighed deeply, wafting hot, putrid breath all over her face. Mia gagged and swallowed as best she could with his hand closed on her neck.
Suddenly he wrenched his head back and roared, "SCABIOR!" so loudly that Mia spasmed with fear.
Mia wished with all her heart that Scabior hadn't found Alice. She stood no chance against him. There was a pause before a voice confirmed her fears. Mia's stomach sunk.
"Ey-up, ya great big dog, where are ya?" Scabior yelled from somewhere beyond the edge of her vision. Mia shut her eyes tight as Greyback removed the hand from her neck and wound it through her hair, pulling her along as he walked back into the darkness.
"Look who I found." Scabior announced in a smug voice, a shivering Alice with his hands on her shoulders.
Mia opened her eyes but couldn't see much, "Alice?" She asked meekly.
"I'm sorry for getting caught." Alice apologised to Mia, her eyes fixed on the ground.
"Ah, babe, it's not your fault." Mia admonished. How could she blame herself for getting caught? For a moment Mia was more scared for Alice than herself; she had such a kind soul. And being Greyback's personal ragdoll was bound to change that.
"You wanna swap?" Greyback smiled horribly as he eyed Alice.
"Good idea." Scabior said, shoving Alice forward and reaching out to catch Mia as she flew towards him. Alice grunted as she slammed into a solid wall of chest and was promptly thrown over the werewolf's shoulder. He winked at Scabior before re-entering his tent and closing the flap over.
There was a moment where Mia was completely still which lasted a full seven seconds before she writhed around furiously, a grim expression of determination on her face as her limbs shot out at wild angles.
"Woah." Scabior laughed, his hands clamping down on her arms. He pulled her away from the tent, still chuckling, and reached into his jacket for his wand. The next second they were squeezed out of a rubber band feeling and landed back in his tent. Mia stumbled forward and grabbed onto the pole in the middle of the tent to stop herself spewing up what little her stomach had left to offer. She could hear Scabior stretching and sighing and moving about behind her and Mia was reminded of the noises she would usually make before getting into bed. Bed? SHIT.
Mia turned to see him hunting around under the bed for something and waited until he appeared triumphantly with a bottle of Firewhiskey. Mia had always wanted to try it, wondering how much stronger it was than muggle whiskey. But now was not really the time.
Scabior took a couple of gulps before offering it to Mia who looked at him incredulously before shaking her head. He then took a few more sips before placing the bottle on a nearby cabinet and cracking his knuckles. Mia's body had long now run out of adrenalin and the pain from her wounds was beginning to seep back into her nerves. Mia gingerly reached around to feel where Greyback's nails had torn into her flesh and her hand came away red and sticky. She let out a squeak.
Mia had failed to realise that Scabior was now much closer. She squeaked again.
"Now, where were we..." Scabior wound his arms around her waist to squeeze her behind.
"Fuck!" Mia crumpled as an exquisite pain shot through her backside. Her knees buckled and she instinctively grabbed onto his jacket to stop herself falling to her knees.
"Ah," Scabior grabbed her waist and hoisted her up, "Looks like Greyback got to you earlier, did 'e?"
Mia groaned.
"Don't you pass out on me." Scabior spoke into her hair, changing his grip on her and dragging her over to the bed. He threw her onto the bed and climbed on top, pinning her to the mattress which smelt like alcohol, smoke and him. Scabior tore off his jacket, eyeing her hungrily as she crawled away and huddled against the headboard. Scabior stripped down to his black cotton boxers and grabbed hold of her ankles and pulled them towards him.
"No!" She shrieked with what little energy she had left.
Scabior held her wrists above her head and nipped at the skin on her shoulder.
"Get off." Mia sobbed, desperately trying to find an angle where her knee could be used as a weapon.
"Stop struggling." Scabior swung his right hand back and walloped her across the jaw. Instead of becoming limp like he had hoped, Mia furiously used her free hand to strike him back. She managed to catch the edge of his brow but all this elicited was a deep, throaty laugh. Mia wasn't really sure how to respond to this.
"You think you're a match for me?" Scabior chuckled, his brows nearly disappearing into his hairline. Mia stared defiantly up at him, her eyes watering.
"I'm gonna fuck you, and you're gonna like it. So stop. Strugg-" Scabior was cut off by a flying ball of spit which landed on the edge of his mouth. There was an excruciating moment of suspense as he raised a calloused hand to wipe it away but instead placed the tip of his fingers in his mouth. They came away clean.
He smiled.
A/N: Not sure what's gonna happen next chapter. Suggestions in reviews? Thank you for reading!