“You know, you could be doing the same thing, right?”
“Why on earth would I do that? If you get free and get the keys away from the goons watching us, you can just let me out. There is no sense in both of us being injured.” I roll my eyes at her, but she kind of has a point, kind of.
Just as I start to feel the widest part of my hand slip through the large cuff, the sound of jangling keys and footsteps can be heard outside the door.
I grunt as I try to pull my hand completely free. My heart is pounding with adrenaline, it’s now or never, I have to get free before the door is opened. I am sweating with the effort and the panic as I tug my hand relentlessly not caring about how much damage I am doing now. Just as the door swings open, my hand slips through and the shackle claters to the floor. Thank the goddess for the loud laughter that booms through the opening at the same time.
I quickly tuck my free hand behind my back as our usual three idiot keepers walk in.
“Well, it looks like it’s going to be your turn tonight, sweetheart. I hope you can handle the Alpha. He’s had his whole brood of girls warming him up all night getting ready just for you.” Jerkface sneers at me. Was that supposed to scare me? If Mike has been wasting all of his swimmers on other girls, he’s dumber than I thought.
“Yeah, I can’t wait to see what you’re hiding. I’m going to have sweet dreams tonight.” Jerkface number two says.
“Okay, I hope you enjoy your hand.” I raise my eyebrow at him. “Since your Alpha doesn’t share any women with you apparently.” I need to make them all approach me. And I figure the best way is to make them want to hit me.
Jerkface has the keys though. So no matter what I do, I can’t let him leave the room.
“He shares plenty with us.” Number three says lamely.
“I highly doubt that. He doesn’t want anyone to be able to compare all the pencil d*cks running around here.” Jena stifles a laugh.
“I’ll show you there’s no pencil d*cks around here.” Number two steps closer, starting to unbutton his pants.
“Leave her for the Alpha, you heard the orders. No one touches her before him.” Jerkface stops two from stepping forward.
“That’s because he doesn’t want us to make fun of him for being the smallest.” Jena chimes in, adding to their irritation. “He’s not actually an Alpha and none of you are actually warriors. It’s why you all have to keep us chained up on top of locked ina cell and drugged.” She smiles menacingly at them all.
“You dumb b*tch!” Number three shouts. “You’re locked up here, who’s the weak one?”
“Not really sure, I would have to fight each of you to tell you who is the weakest.” They all growl at her. She’s better at taunting than I could have imagined. This is great. Only a weak Wolf would put this much effort into arguing about how they are. Any ranked wolf would have ended the conversation by now strong
“I think Jerkface number three is the weakest,” I look over at her and then back to them, “That’s why he always enters last and doesn’t get to carry the keys.” She nods in agreement.
“I see what you mean,” We keep talking like we are discussing a piece of abstract art, “Number two is always schlepping something so he’s a bit low on the totem pole, but not as low as the one with no job at all.”
They are all growling now. They said the Alpha is coming for me, I need those keys. I’m racking my brain for what will send them over the edge to attack me. Then my wolf blasts into my head and gives them a challenging growl, only another wolf would understand.
