Mine

Chapter 3

3Leah

I

opened my eyes slowly and groaned from the pain that shot straight through my head. The sunlight beamed through an open window to my right. I felt like I was going to be sick to my stomach, but I couldn’t tell if it was from the blow to the head or the fact that the room felt like it was rocking. I turned my head away from the bright sunlight and looked. It was scarcely decorated with just the bed I was on, a dresser, and a small mirror hanging on the wall. The window didn’t even have blinds or curtains hanging from it.

Sitting up slowly, I noticed a door on the other side of the small room I was in. I stood, trying to keep my balance and made my way over to it. It opened to my surprise and I found myself staring at a small bathroom. I stepped inside and flipped the shower on and undressed quickly. I’m not sure where I am but I’m taking a shower and praying it will make me feel even a tiny bit better. The room still felt like it was rocking back and forth, and I had to breathe deeply to keep myself from getting sick.

After making quick work of showering, I stepped out and put my dirty clothes back on. It felt so gross to do it, but I didn’t have anything else and I didn’t know who was here with me. I stepped back out of the room and headed to the only other door in the room. I must have been really out of it because I had just noticed it. I turned the knob and no surprise it was locked. Making my way over to the small window I peeked out and gasped. Water, nothing but blue water greeted me. I was on the f*****g ocean. What in the actual f**k?

I closed my eyes, thinking that would make it all go away. Opening them again quickly I came to terms that this was my reality at the moment. s**t, still on the damn ocean. Geez, what happened to me last, I thought? Oh, that’s right, douche bag Vampire hit me in the head with something when I was sneaking out. He must have dressed me once I shifted back to human form at some point because I know I was in wolf form when I was going down that hallway. Ugh, that gives me the creeps knowing he had seen me naked.

I sat back down on the bed and waited, thinking in the process on how the hell I was getting out of this damn place. After a while I had to lay back down. My head hurt way too damn much, and my stomach was queasy. This is why wolves are born on land and not in the ocean. We are not made for the sea. I used the pillow from earlier to cover my face and I pulled the blanket back over my head. Whoever had brought me here better hope I feel better when I wake again.

Jake

I cannot find Leah anywhere and I was about to go half out of my damn mind. Where the hell would Gabriel take her? Malcolm and I had brought Shawn back to my house and down into the basement where we tied his dumbass up and left. Little son of a b***h was on the verge of getting ate by either me or Malcolm, even Isabel was on the verge of murdering the guy. If it wasn’t for the fact that his father has my woman somewhere he would already be dead. We’ve left the guy down there for the last two days and he still hasn’t given up any information.

I got dressed and made my way downstairs to the basement. My house had just finished being built and with everything going on I haven’t had time to get any furniture or decorations. The only thing I’ve brought over here is my bed and clothes. I wanted Leah to set it up the way she wanted it since I built it with her, well my mate, in mind.

Shawn was still in the chair I had tied him up in. His head was hanging like he was sleeping. I walked over to the small sink I had installed and filled a large glass of cold water. Stepping over to Shawn I dumped it on his head, getting the reaction out of him that I wanted. He hollered and sputtered.

“Damn, did you have to throw the cold ass water on me asshole?” He asked.

I rolled my eyes. He is a complete f*****g i***t, I thought. He’s lucky other than a few slaps and water being thrown on him is all I have done so far. I pulled my chair over to him and sat down in it to face him.

“Alright, Shawn, I’m going to ask you again. Where would your father take my mate?”

“She isn’t yours, fucker. She belongs to me.” He said between clenched teeth.

I rolled my eyes at the guy and kicked his chair. It flipped back and hit the ground, his head banging off the concrete. I stood and stepped over to the sink again and filled a bucket I had brought in here last night. Grabbing a towel, I walked over to him and laid the towel on his face and started to pour the water over it. I wasn’t a fan of water boarding people but if it got the trick down then that’s all that mattered to me.

I could hear him sputtering and trying to suck in air through the damp cloth. I paused for a minute and lifted it from his face. He sucked in great big gulps of air as I walked back to the sink and filled the bucket again. I’m glad I thought about putting a drain line in here just in case it ever flooded, not that it happens out here in Breckenridge, but a pipe could freeze while I was gone and flood my basement. I heard the door to the basement creak open and then footsteps descended. Malcolm, Tabitha, Isabel, and my Dad came into view.

“Morning guys.” I yelled over Shawn spitting and sputtering.

“Shawn are you going to tell me where they are keeping my mate or are we going to have to do this all damn day?” I asked as I walked back to him with the bucket of water.

“f**k you, you f*****g parasite.” He yelled.

Sighing, I pulled the towel back over his face and began to pour the water slowly on top of the towel. He struggled as I whistled and watched the people who came downstairs grab chairs themselves and sat down to watch.

“Ah hell, we have an audience, Shawn.” I yelled.

I stopped pouring the water and pulled the towel back, so he could get some air and see who came to see him get water boarded. I could do this for hours, but I didn’t want to. I need to come up with another form of torture though because eventually I’ll get tired of this and want to move on to something else. Maybe I’ll pull his finger nails out, that’s not a half bad idea.

“Shawn, you want to tell me where she could be now?” I asked.

“I would rather her die then for you to get your hands on her.” He yelled.

“She’s mine.” I growled.

Isabel stood up quickly and took a step towards us, her face shifted from human to wolf and I know Shawn saw it because he took a deep breath. I threw the cloth back over his face and started to pour the water again.

“When this is over with Jake, I want that son of a b***h dead.” Isabel hissed.

“Your wish will be my command Isabel. No worries there.” I told her.

I water boarded this dumbass for about two hours before I finally got bored with it and the insults he was throwing at us. I pulled the cloth off his head and sat him upright in his chair. His wrist where tied to the arms of the chair and you could see the abrasions on them from him trying to pull his wrist free. I grabbed a pair of plyers, nails, and a hammer. Setting my chair in front of Shawn’s I gestured for Malcolm to sit next to me. I handed him my tools and then smiled at Shawn.

“So, which finger is your favorite?” I asked.

I kept a smile plastered on my face the whole time I’ve interacted with this guy. I want him to think I’m as crazy as I seem to be. He just stared at me defiantly. I shrugged and said, “Eeny... meeny... miny... moe, catch a piggy by its toe... if he hollers let him go... eeny... meeny... miny... moe.”

I pointed to each finger as I went, landing on his thumb. I smiled broadly at him and took a nail and the hammer from Malcolm. Setting the point of the nail under his finger nail, I took the hammer and tapped hard enough the nail went underneath his nail bed. The poor guy screamed, and his nail squirted a little blood out towards me.

“Damn, Shawn I do believe that hurts.” I yelled over his screaming. “What do you think Malcolm, you think it hurts?”

“I think it hurts a little but only p*****s can’t take the pain.” Malcolm said as he examined the fingernail. “Tap a little harder and let’s see if it goes any further into his finger.”

I nodded and shrugged. Grabbing the thumb, I slammed the hammer down on the nail and watched as the point came out the other side of his thumb.

“Damn, you know that hurts.” I said.

Shawn screamed as I continued to torture the man. Nail after nail went into each finger. I had to give it to the guy, he was holding up better than I would have.

“You still don’t want to answer me Shawn?” I asked again.

“Go to hell.” He groaned.

“That’s not good enough. I need to know where Leah is, and I need to know now. You say you care for her but how do you care for someone if you’re going to let your father abuse then kill her?” I asked.

He still wouldn’t answer me, but he did look at me for the briefest of seconds and I saw a flicker of something in his eyes. Regret, maybe?

“Come on, I don’t want to have to torture you anymore.” I said.

He spit at me, a great big nasty loogie. It took everything in me not to puke. I grabbed a towel and wiped it off my face. Standing, I looked down at him and slapped him on the cheek. Then I turned and went upstairs. His breath was horrible, and I had to get this s**t off my face. When I get back down there he’s going to be sorry he did that.