Between Witches and Wolves

Chapter 12: Think Again

Ellie

I get to the club right around 2:10 p.m.

Only ten minutes late, technically.

I really hope he hasn’t ripped it up yet.

I feel so uneasy being back here. All the memories from that night flood over me, and I instantly feel nauseous.

Don’t worry. I’m with you this time.

My wolf tries to comfort me.

I appreciate her so much. She’s become such an important part of my life recently that it’s hard to imagine I used to suppress her.

I walk into the club and find Nicole busy sweeping the stage. Guess they’re starting their opening chores early.

“Tony in his office?” I ask.

She has a cigarette hanging from her mouth, so she just nods.

I start heading toward the back of the building where Tony’s office is. As I get closer to his door, I hear something.

My wolf lends me her heightened hearing, and I focus.

Whimpering.

Then some kind of smacking noise.

Is he hitting someone?

I rush into the room to help whoever I think Tony is beating up, but what I see is definitely not what I was expecting.

Tiff is naked, bent over the desk with a ball gag in her mouth. Tony is standing behind her, actively f*****g her.

“What, you want to watch?” he asks between thrusts.

I quickly retreat and slam the door.

What the f**k?!

About two or three minutes later, Tiff walks out half-dressed. I can see drugs tucked into her bra.

“He said come on in.”

She looks at me and gives me a shy smile, then heads toward the club.

I take a deep breath and walk inside.

“Hope you enjoyed the show,” Tony says smugly.

“Just give me my damn check so I can leave,” I reply quickly.

I just want to get the hell out of here.

“All right, all right.”

He reaches into his desk and pulls out an envelope, setting it down in front of him.

I take a few steps forward and reach for it, but Tony grabs my wrist.

“You sure you don’t want to come back?” he asks, pulling me closer.

I try to snatch my arm away, but he quickly moves around the desk and positions himself between me and the door.

“You see, I’m prepared to make you an offer.”

He smiles broadly.

“Not interested.”

“Ah, ah, ah! But I think you will be. Here’s the deal: I won’t touch you, you’ll get a pay raise to ten dollars an hour, and you can have free choice over what you wear. You just have to dance on the pole.”

I think not.

I have never wanted to dance or sell my body in any kind of way.

“I won’t tell you again, Tony, hell no. Now move out of my way.”

I go to push past him, and he tries to grab me.

I instantly feel my wolf surge forward, and before I know it, we have Tony pinned to the wall by his neck.

Think again, Tony. I’m not the same girl.

“Do not f*****g touch me.” My voice takes on a deadly tone. He puts his hands up in surrender.

“Okay, okay. You can go.” I release him and turn to walk out.

Suddenly, a sharp, needle-like pain pierces my neck.

Before I can even react, my entire body goes limp.

My wolf fights to take over, desperately trying to get us out, but it’s no use. I can feel her fading.

What the hell?

Tony’s laughter fills the room behind me.

“All right, b***h. I wanted to do this the easy way, but f**k it. I almost prefer this.”

He picks me up off the floor and lays me across his desk.

Then he steps in front of me and crouches until we’re eye to eye.

“Remember our special guest from the other night? Well, it seems he really liked you.”

He holds something up in front of my face.

A syringe.

“He gave me this.”

“Said it would put anyone, or rather anything, on its ass. Guess he was right!” He laughs.

“He said he would pay me very handsomely if I could use this to subdue you, so that he could come get you. Hell, the man gave me four grand for a lap dance. I'm quite curious how much he will give me this time.”

Four f*****g grand?! And you only gave me five hundred. If I could move, I would beat the s**t out of him.

“Now, he told me it should last about an hour, and he is staying about ten minutes away. You know what that means?” He smiles and then stands up.

He is standing right in front of me and puts a finger in my mouth. I instinctively try to bite him as hard as I can but barely manage to gently bite.

He pulls back and laughs. “Well, damn. Seems you can still bite, huh? That’s fine. You have other holes.”

What???

He unbuttons his pants and pulls them down to his knees with his underwear.

Now I’m literally face to face with his d**k. He walks slowly to the other end of the table, and I feel him grab my sweatpants and pull them down.

No!!

Please no!!

Fucking move your body!!

Wolf, please come back!!

Tears run down my face as I beg. But no sound will actually come out.

I’m paralyzed.

Then he grabs my underwear and pulls them down as well.

He raises my shirt up, but doesn’t completely take it off of me. My necklace stays hidden under me, still tucked in my shirt.

He grabs my thighs and pulls me to the edge of the desk.

“I have waited so f*****g long for this.” He says.

I hear him spit, and then I feel his hand rub my opening.

Is he trying to use saliva as f*****g lube?

“That should do. Now this will hurt, Ellie. But it will be okay. After you're full of my c*m, I’ll make the call for our guest to come pick you up. I can only imagine the plans he has for you.” He holds my hips, and I can feel his d**k at my entrance.

All I can do is lie here and cry.

Before he can thrust into me, though, the door suddenly flies open.

I can’t turn my head to see who it is, but I pray they stop this.

Please.

As if they heard my prayer, Tony suddenly releases me.

A scuffle erupts behind me. I hear bodies crashing into furniture, angry grunts, and the unmistakable sound of fists connecting with flesh.

Then everything goes quiet.

A minute or two later, a jacket is gently draped over me.

Footsteps move around the desk until the person finally comes into view.

I recognize him.

His eyes are blue-gray, and his medium-length black hair falls slightly around his face. His features look like they were sculpted by the gods.

He is stunning.

He’s also the same guy who saved me from that man the other night. I was too scared and shaken up then to really get a good look at him.

Right now, he looks worried.

Concern is clear in his eyes.

“Are you okay? Can you stand?”

I can’t.

I just stare at him and try to speak, but my mouth barely moves.

“It’s okay. I’m guessing he drugged you with something pretty nasty. But I’ve got you.”

He stands and walks away.

What is he doing?

“I’m going to touch you now and get you dressed.”

His hands gently pull my underwear back into place, followed by my sweatpants.

“Unfortunately, that dipshit tore your shirt, so I’m just gonna put you in my jacket for now.”

He carefully guides my arms through the sleeves.

I hadn’t even realized Tony had torn the back of my shirt. Thankfully, the front still covers my father’s necklace.

“Okay. I’m going to roll you over so I can zip you up.”

He tells me everything he’s going to do before he does it.

I appreciate that.

I hate feeling so helpless, unable to move or even speak, but there’s something comforting about him.

He gently rolls me over, careful not to let my head turn toward where I think Tony is lying.

“Trust me. You don’t want to see that.”

He zips up the jacket.

Finally, I’m fully clothed again.

“Okay, so I don’t know when you’ll be able to walk or talk again.” His eyes meet mine. “So, you’re coming with me.”

I really don’t want to go anywhere with a complete stranger.

But he’s also saved me twice now.

He carefully picks me up, making sure I still can’t see Tony, and carries me out the back door of the club.

He smells so good.

It’s the only thing I can think about as he carries me toward his car.

He doesn’t smell like cologne or strong soap.

He smells like a crisp morning in the forest before the dew has dried.

Fresh.

Clean.

Comforting.

He gently lowers me into the passenger seat and reclines it slightly.

“Don’t want you falling forward.”

He gives me a small smile before reaching across me.

“I’m just going to buckle you in.”

The seat belt clicks into place.

Once he gets into the driver’s seat, I notice the blood covering his hands.

Damn.

He really beat the s**t out of Tony.

Serves him right.

He starts the car and pulls away.

I watch the club disappear behind us.

Where we’re going, I have no clue.