The lonely rogue

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Dean's eyes were full of hate as he wrapped his hands around my throat and lifted me up until we were eye to eye. "Well, well, you have been a naughty girl haven't you." He hissed at me, his voice full of venom. "If it wasn't for my good friend Darren, it would have taken me a while to find you, but I would have found you. Rylie was crying, she was just as scared as I was. If I had remembered about the guards none of this would be happening. I was so close to escaping from my brother. I really was stupid. "You know I'll have to punish you for this don't you?" Dean growled, his face was so close to mine now that I felt him spitting on my face with nearly every word he said. "If you would only behave like you are supposed to, then I wouldn't have to punish you. This is your first proper day of working for me, and you're getting punished already for f*****g up." Dean kept staring at me, his sadistic eyes never leaving mine. I lowered my head in submission. He knew I had no choice but to submit to him, he had all the power and I had nothing. Dean lowered me back to the ground before twisting his hand in to my hair and dragging me away down towards the main road and to his truck. When we got there he pushed me into the side of his truck, then slapped me hard across my face. I could taste my blood as it gushed out of my nose and my split lip. "You think you can run away from me?" He shouted, poking me in the chest with every syllable he spoke, "You made me get out of bed to deal with your s**t. You can't run Gwen, if you do I will hunt you down and then I will kill you. Do you understand." I nodded, too scared to speak in case I said something wrong. Dean leaned over into the back of his truck and pulled out a long rope which he then started to wrap around my wrists, pulling them together hard. He open the back door of his truck, picked me up, and threw. me onto the back seat. He took the other end of the rope and tied it to the headrest of the drivers seat, making sure that I couldn't escape.

The journey back to the house was silent, I was afraid to make any noise, and Dean was looking as though he would actually kill me if I tried talking to him. He was driving like a man possessed, not slowing down for corners or stop signs, I was silently praying to the moon goddess that the police would pull him over, and then rescue me, but that never happened. I was being thrown all over the place in the back of the truck which would mean more bruises for me.

We eventually stopped outside the house, Dean got out of the truck, slamming the door behind him and went into the house. Part of me hoped that he had forgotten about me, but the other part hoped he would come and get me soon as I was getting desperate to use the bathroom. Deep down I knew that he hadn't forgotten about me, he was most likely leaving me here to sweat it out, knowing that my anxiety would be sky high by the time he came back. "Why would you let this happen to me? What did I ever do to deserve this Hell I'm living in?" I shouted to the moon goddess. The moon goddess was supposed to love all of her creations, and have a plan set out for them. If this is what she planned for me then she can go to Hell. I will never ask anything more of her, and she can stick her traditions and rights of passages right up her arse. Rylie whined, "Gwen, the moon goddess does have a plan for you. She knows that you are strong enough to get through this." I blocked her out, I didn't want to hear any of this right now. All I could do now was sit and wait, watching the clock on the dashboard. My need to use the bathroom was now getting urgent, if Dean didn't let me out soon I would end up having an accident in his truck, then I really would be in trouble.

I was trapped in the truck for a little over 3 hours before Dean came to get me. He untied the rope from the headrest and pulled me into the house. "Make dinner" he commanded, "and make enough for 2, I have someone coming over." I nodded, and turned to go upstairs to the bathroom. Dean pulled on the rope, making me fall back down the couple of stairs I had gone up, I landed hard on my back. "Where do you think you're going?" He shouted, "Um, well I need to use the bathroom quickly" I mumbled. Dean's face went red, he was really angry at me, "I told you to make dinner, I never said go to the bathroom" He dragged me to the kitchen by the rope and proceeded to tie the loose end of the rope to one of the beams in the ceiling. I had enough rope to move around the kitchen, but not enough to be able to actually leave the kitchen. "Now make my food" he spat at me.

I rummaged around the kitchen checking what ingredients we had, and settled on making a spaghetti bolognese as it was simple to do, well simple if your hands were not tied together. I focused on the task at hand and tried not to think about my aching bladder that was fit to burst. I prepared the meal and laid it out on the kitchen table just as Dean walked in with his arms wrapped around some girl that I had not seen before.

He looked at me with disgust written all over his face. "f**k, you're ugly!" He said, while his date stood laughing at me. "How can we concentrate on our meal if we have to look at you?" He stepped towards me, then reached up and untied the rope from the ceiling. I was hoping he would send me to my room, at least then I could go to the bathroom, but he didn't. He pulled on the rope ordering me to follow him and lead me outside. It was freezing cold outside, so I prayed we wouldn't be out here for too long.

Dean kept walking, dragging me behind, until we got to the edge of the woods. "Time for your punishment Gwen" he sang like it was something to be excited about. He walked a bit further into the woods, until it was dark enough for nobody to see us. "Sit" he said, pointing to the ground in front of a tree. "Dean, what are you going to do?" I whispered, he looked at me and grinned, before punching me in the stomach, knocking the air out of me and making my bladder release everything I had been holding back. "Don't talk to me without my permission." He hissed, looking down at my now wet jeans with a look of disgust and a slight hint of humour at my situation. "now sit!" I sat down where he had instructed me to and watched as he wrapped to rope around the tree, securing it tight enough that I wouldn't be able to untie it. He left me with enough slack to be able to sit or stand, but not move away from the tree. "See you tomorrow sis. probably" He walked away, leaving me alone in the dark woods, in wet clothes, at the mercy of anyone or anything that may find me in the night.

I'm not sure how long I was sat there, I must have fallen asleep at some point until I was woken by a shout from Rylie "GWEN, WAKE UP!" My eyes flew open, by heart beating rapidly. It must have been really late, or early in the morning as everything was pitch black, I couldn't see anything. "Rylie, what is it, what's wrong?" Then I heard it. There was someone or something heading in my direction. I squinted, trying my hardest to see into the darkness. "Rogue's" Rylie announced. I shot up, trying to flatten myself against the tree in the hope that they wouldn't see me, I knew that was useless though, as they could definitely smell my urine soaked jeans. This was it. This is how my life would come to an end. Nobody survived a rogue attack. Ever! Silent tears began to fall down my face, I was shivering, both in fear and in coldness. I guess it was time to meet my maker, and when I finally got to meet the moon goddess I was definitely going to give her a piece of my mind for leaving me here in this crappy life.

I heard them getting closer, slowly walking towards me, snapping twigs and branches in their wake, until they appeared through the line of trees in front if me. 3 large rogue wolves stood there starring at me, sniffing the air. They started slowly stalking towards me, there eyes not leaving my face for a second. I was definitely panicking now, I couldn't control my breathing, I could feel myself hyperventilating, and I started going dizzy, blackness filling my eyes. I collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath. The wolves stopped just in font of me, their ears flat against their heads. The last thing I saw was these 3 giant rogue wolves sitting in front of me, before everything went dark and I lost conciseness.