Stiles started to wake up, his eyes cracking open. A sweet, yet sickening smell, made him want to gag. A soft humming came from somewhere in front of him, but his vision was blurry and out of focus. The cool air sent a shiver up his spine, his skin felt flushed and as if it were on fire. Stiles tried to suck in a deep breath but instead he was stopped short when a coughing fit over took him causing his lungs to scream out in pain.
"Great." Stiles thought to himself. "Perfect timing to catch a chest cold." As he slowly regained control of his breathing, a familiar but dreaded voice spoke.
"My poor, Stiles." The voice pittied. "You're burning up." A cold hand was pressed against his forehead.
No matter how much Stiles wanted to flinch away, he couldn't. He was bound to a tree, his arms behind him. He looked at Sira in disgust. The woman had been torturing his every thought and torturing him physically but yet she felt the need to show him kindness. "She's psychotic." He screamed inside of his head.
She held up what looked to be a metal cup. "Here, drink this." Sira gestured.
"No thanks." Stiles wheezed trying not to let another coughing fit take control of him again. He clenched his teeth together as the urge started to build.
"It wasn't a question." Sira forced the cup between his lips and grasped his face causing him to lose the fight. The liquid was warm, thick, and tasted like the smell of an old, unwashed, gym sock. Instead of coughing he started to gag and he thought he was going to puke.
"What…the…hell was that?" He choked out wishing that there was something to get rid of the after taste.
"It'll help you feel better." Sira said as she stood up and towered over him menacingly.
"Why would you help me?" Stiles asked but kept his gaze in the ground.
"I want to keep you a live long enough for your friends to watch you die." Sira chimed.
Stiles knew that he was going to die, so that part wasn't new to him. The fact that she wanted his friends to watch him die is what made his stomach churn. Hadn't he already burdened them enough?
"Why'd you do it?" Stiles asked knowing that Sira knew what he was getting at.
"You mean lead you to think that you had a chance at escaping? Toy with your mind? Watch as you exerted yourself mentally and physically as you ran trying to get to freedom?" Sira rhetorically asked.
"Yes, exactly that." Stiles said looking up at her.
"Well, I had to have some fun as I wait for your friends. I was bored." Sira answered with a smile on her face.
"This is all a game to you? Why not just play monopoly, its less sadistic, but then again it's a multiplayer game so you'd actually have to have friends and it's clear that you don't." Stiles was rambling. He knew that he had the slap to the face coming, but the choking was a surprise. He felt like his wind pipe was being crushed, and he was sure that it was what Sira wanted to do, but him being her mighty pawn in her twisted game, he knew she wouldn't actually kill him…yet. When she released him, he sucked in a huge breath, the dots in his vision blurring.
It was getting harder to see as the last light left from the sun faded into the sunset.
A/N: I am so sorry for the wait on the update. I am also extremely sorry for the terrible chapter. I had to force it along and I hate that. This will be ending within the next two chapters. To all of you who have fav'd, followed, and reviewed…Thank you. Thank you for taking your time to read and thank you for giving me support. :)
-ELMERFUD-