A/N: Hey guys. I'm taking part in Whumptober this year. I had kind of a late start but I'm determined to catch up. This is my first year and there will be mistakes, so I apologise ahead of time. Enjoy!

Scott and his pack: Malia, Kira, Liam, and Lydia were running through the woods.
"Where is he?" Scott shouted.
Malia sniffed the air and growled as she got frustrated, she punched a tree, nearly breaking it off its rotting roots,
"There's no scent."
"Guys, what's wrong?" Liam asked, having just joined the group late. He had no idea why they were running or what they were looking for. Lydia turned to him and with a panicked tone said,
"Stiles is missing."

Stiles Stilinski woke up and immediately started shouting and scooting himself backwards. To his surprise, he was already up against a wall and his feet were tied together, his wrists were also bound behind his back. Kneeling in front of him, practically in his face, was the new girl at school, Katrina. She placed a hand over his mouth and, putting her finger to her lips, gently shushed him. She had a maniacal glint in her eyes and her smile held more than a hint of insanity. She glanced at the floor and cursed under her breath, chiding herself. She looked back at Stiles, her hand still holding his mouth shut.
"I knew I was forgetting something. You stay quiet now while I get something to shut you up."

Typically, Stiles would start screaming, shouting and fighting, doing anything to get away. But he felt his breathing get heavier and he knew he was having a panic attack. He looked around the room—which looked as if it could have been Katrina's bedroom—for a way to escape or maybe help regulate his breathing. He tried to hold his breath, but, without a hand to keep it shut, it was more difficult. When Katrina knelt in front of his again Stiles tried to start screaming again and ask for help. Katrina was quick and held his mouth shut before he could utter a sound.
"Stiles!" she scolded, "Remember what I said. Quiet."

With that, she tore off a piece of duct tape—somehow using only one hand and her teeth—which she then used to seal his mouth shut. Now that his mouth was held shut, it was easier for him to calm down his panic attack. But now breathing was a bit harder. Katrina smiled at him and Stiles could practically feel the blood freeze in his veins as she said,
"Now the fun can begin."

She got up and made her way to the other side of the room,
"You know, Stiles, I've had a crush on you since I first got here," She was busying herself with something that looked like a mini kitchenette (a mini, mini, kitchen).
"But then I saw that bitch Malia kiss you and I knew you wouldn't give her up voluntarily."
Katrina turned around and came back to Stiles. She sat next to him and folded her lads under her. She had a glass of water in one hand; in the other she held what looked like a pill of some kind.
"So," she continued, "I came up with a plan. Have you heard of Stockholm Syndrome?"
Stiles didn't react to the question. He only stared at Katrina with annoyance and a hint of curiosity in his eyes.
To Stiles's surprise, Katrina laughed,
"Oh, Stiles," you booped his nose, "aren't you just the cutest thing?"
Stiles flinched and tried to back away from Katrina, her smile widened,
"Anyway, I was sure you'd fall for me eventually. And I have some extra help,"
She held up the pill and the water as if she were presenting a wonderfully done project that she had spent a lot of time on.
"Drink up!"

She pulled the tape of Stiles's mouth and before he could make any sound, forced the pill between his lips. She held his nose shut, waiting for him to open his mouth for air; when he did, she poured the water into his mouth and, keeping his nose shut, held his mouth shut as she waited for him to swallow.
When he finally did, she let go and he was left sputtering for air, choking on water. He coughed violently and Katrina fed him the rest of the water,
"There, there, Baby. It's okay," she patters his back as he coughed some more.
Stiles turned to her and said, "What do you want?"
Katrina's smile faltered, "Isn't it obvious? I want you."
She kissed him and, before Stiles could protest, taped his mouth shut again as he started to get woozy from the drug she'd given him.

"Guys, wait!"
Liam catches up with the group again,
"What happened?"
Malia turned to him, kind of annoyed that they had to stop looking for Stiles, but she knew it might actually help for Liam to know.
"After school, we were going to meet at Scott's house but Stiles never showed. He wasn't at home and he wasn't at school. He caught his scent and followed him out here, just for it to die out."
"Wait!" Scott shouted, and he sniffed the air.
"His scent! It's back!"

Stiles was aware of being untied and pulled to his feet, but for some reason he couldn't control any of his limbs; they were just kind of there, limp. His mind was almost not even there. What did she do to me? he wondered. He realised there was music playing, concentrating, he realised it was Strangers by Icysami and Renegaderr. He felt himself sway side to side as Katrina danced with him.
Why this song? he wondered, This is a stupid song to dance like this to. This girl is insane, how far will she go before she stops? I hope Scott comes to find me soon.

Scott was crouched down in the bushes across the street from a small suburban home.
"He's there?!" Malia growled, getting a dangerous look in her eyes, "He better not be cheating on me."
Scott turned to look at her,
"Malia, I've known Stiles my whole life. There's no way in hell he would cheat on you."

They snuck up to the front door and listened intently with their heightened senses. They heard a girl singing,

"If only we could hold on."

"That sounds like the new girl," Lydia said, "Katrina, I think."
"You're right," Scott replied, "Why is Stiles's scent here?"

"Oh, Stiles. I love you," Katrina's voice floated out from the upstairs window.

Malia growled again, "I knew it."
She threw the front door open and rushed upstairs. Scott and Liam rushed after her and Lydia stayed downstairs to see if Katrina's parents were there, luckily, they weren't.

Upstairs, Malia was opening all the doors in the hallway; so far, they were void of people, but she came to a locked door and heard music coming from within. She rammed her shoulder against the door once and heard a gasp coming from inside, then the sounds of someone hurrying around as if they were trying to quickly hide something. Malia rammed the door again and this time it broke off its hinges.
Malia stomped inside, followed by Scott and Liam, just in time to see Katrina close her closet door.
"Where is he?" Malia, demanded, a growl starting deep in her throat.
Katrina seemed to be surprised that Malia, Scott, and Liam had come in; as if she were expecting someone else.
"Who?" she asked casually as she strolled over to her radio to turn off the song.
Malia ran at her and shoved her against the wall,
"Stiles!"
"Oh," Katrina's cool demeanor vanished almost immediately as she pointed to the closet door and stuttered, "he-he's in there."
Malia let go and opened the closet as Katrina slid to the floor. Malia was not expecting the sight that she saw:
Stiles was hastily, but efficiently, tied up with duct tape and dropped among the pile of clothes, looking as if he might pass out any second. He seemed completely unaware of what was happening.
"What'd you do to him!" Malia shouted as she pinned Katrina against the wall again, by her neck this time.
"Nothing bad. He's just drugged," she squealed, struggling for breath, "he'll pass out in a bit and when he wakes he'll be fine."
"He better, or else I'm coming for you."

When Malia let go of her again, Katrina ran and hid underneath her bed.
"Yeah, that's right," Malia said under her breath as she went to get Stiles.
She cut him loose and picked him up, not really that gently. She hit his head in a few doors on the way out, but luckily he was still passed out.
"If the drugs don't already give him a headache," Liam joked, "now he'll definitely have one."