Stray Echo

Making a Stand

POV: Echo

Snarling, Brady whips around, face bloodied, eyes darkened with his wolf. He stalks towards me, a predator after his prey. I keep my blade raised, slowly taking steps back in a wide arc, hoping to make my way toward the door.

Seeing this, he moves to cut me off, and I step the other way. Slowly noting that if I keep backing up in this direction, he will have me completely cornered at the folding table.

‘We will have to make a stand; I will give you strength. You do not know what we are capable of yet. Have faith in yourself… in me!’

My hands stop shaking as Tala’s strength and determination flood my body. I plant myself, spreading my feet wide instinctively, despite never having been allowed to train with the other wolves a day in my life.

I continue to ignore the pain shooting up from my broken ankle. It is nothing compared to the pain I will feel if I can’t get away. He stops, watching me, laughing as he sees me preparing to fight him.

“Little Doll,” he growls, clicking his tongue. His wolf’s voice makes me shiver. It’s more animal than human, even in this form.

“What do you think a weak little slave like you will be able to do to your strong Alpha master?” He sneers, beginning to circle me, and I follow him with my eyes.

Turning, he circles around me the other way, assessing me. I wait, knowing that my only chance is to wait for him to make the first move.

Drawing slowly closer, hurling taunts at me as he moves around me. He tries hard to draw me into attacking. I listen and watch, tracking his motions and patterns as he moves, silently waiting for his move.

I don’t have long to wait before he lunges in my direction. I slashed toward him with the knife and sidestepped quickly away from him. I catch his hand, slicing open his palm as he reaches to grab me.

“You f*****g b***h!” He screams, attacking again. I slashed out again, moving as quickly as I could out of his way. I missed, and stumbled on my splinted ankle, slamming into the ground and rolling several feet across the cement floor.

As I push myself up, scrambling to get back on my feet, he pounces on me, knocking me flat on my back. I gasped for breath; the air having been forced from my lungs when he landed on me.

My knife is gone. It skittered across the floor when I fell. I scratched at his eyes, bucking my hips, trying to break free. He grabs my wrists and slams my arms to the floor, and I hear a sickening crunch as he snaps the bones in my dominant arm.

He grins nastily as my scream echoes throughout the basement. “I guess you really echo, Little Doll!” He growls lowly, squeezing hard on the wrist and laughing as I scream and writhe in pain.

My futile attempts to free myself had absolutely no effect on him, his wolf being even stronger than him, even in his human form. He leans his face into my neck and scents me. I can feel his hot blood dripping from his wound.

“Maybe I should mark you right now. We can get to the mating part later!” He whispers against my ear, licking and nipping his way down along my jaw.

“NO! Please no! Please! Stop!” I finally found my voice, screaming and begging him to stop, as his sharp canines nipped against my marking spot. He purrs as he scents me again, loving the smell of my complete and utter terror.

“It seems our Little Doll has finally remembered her place.” He runs his nose along my jawline, forcing a harsh, bloody kiss against my lips, bruising them when I refuse to kiss him back. He pulls away, speaking again, “Brady wants me to, you know. We want you, our Little Doll, we want all of you. You’re never leaving us!”

“HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME! PLEASE! ANYBODY! SOMEBODY PLEASE, PLEASE HELP!” I screamed, knowing it was futile. I can feel his arousal increasing with my panic. He stares down at me, smirking, his eyes flickering between Brady and his wolf. Both are present and are enjoying their actions.

They grind hard against me, and I’m sobbing so hard I can no longer speak. I have been holding off Brady’s advances for five years. I had only ever seen glimpses of his wolf in those five years.

His wolf had never come after me before. If he had, I surely would have lost the fight long ago. I don’t even know his wolf’s name, just that he is even more vile and obsessed than the man he resides within.

They somehow keep me fully pinned, no matter how much I buck and fight against their hold. Even while freeing one hand of their hands to pull down their pants, I am completely at their mercy. Bile rises in the back of my throat.

As he grinds his bare member against me, I turn my head and vomit profusely. “f*****g disgusting!” He roars, jumping off me, gripping my hair, and dragging me across the floor as I screech in pain and shock.

I grab at his hand, trying to it to keep him from ripping my hair from my scalp entirely. He throws me down, and I barely keep my head from smacking into the cement, knowing that it would incapacitate me. I roll over and try to crawl away, but he is on me in seconds, flipping me onto my back.

“Where do you think you’re going?!” He snarls, snapping his teeth near my throat. I instinctively bowed my head to the side, exposing my neck and whimpering. He nips my throat just above my jugular, a warning that I am completely at his mercy and not to tempt him.

“I think I like you like this,” he purrs, running his finger down my jaw. No longer trying to fight anymore, I merely submit to him while cradling my broken wrist with my uninjured hand. Tears ran down my cheeks, as Tala and I could no longer think of a way to escape this nightmare.

My heart pounds against my chest, matching the loud slamming noises coming from the door. He traces his finger along my broken wrist, putting just enough pressure on it to make me whimper as he pushes it away from my abdomen.

My good hand reflexively blocks his hand from pulling the hem of Atlas’s shirt up past my hips. He immediately growls, demanding submission, and nipping my throat hard enough to draw blood.

I immediately submit, head down, neck exposed, openly sobbing and shuddering as he kisses and nips his way up my jaw, onto my mouth, and back down the other side before stopping in the crook of my neck.

I can feel him preparing to mark me, one hand moving my underwear to the side, the other lining his member up with my entrance, just as the door across the room explodes from its hinges.