Firery Fate The Wolf & The Dragon

1 Monae Standing in what appeared to be a large, luxurious living room, with high ceilings, marble floors, expensive artwork, I was confused and scared. I had been hoarded up from the cells in the basement and brought into this vast room and put on display like cattle for sale. I was still trying to figure out where I was, who brought me here and why, when suddenly l felt a searing pain in my face. My head jerked to the side. It took a minute to realize I had been slapped. When I turned to face my attacker, I met the scowling face of a tall brunette, with dark features, and a face twisted in anger, which did nothing for her strong looks. I saw her mouth moving, but the words did not register anything. Finally, I heard: b***h, what are you slow or dumb? Do you f*****g hear me talking to you? The next thing I knew, reflexes kicked in and I punched her so hard that her head snapped back, and before it came back into position, I had landed a second blow to her face, then I grabbed her head down while pulling my knee up and ramming it into her nose. Blood splattered all over her clothes, she let about a guttural sound. But I didn't stop, all the fear, frustration, and confusion I felt. I let it all out on her face. I was all over her, giving her no chance to recover. Then I felt a second girl run up, and I elbowed her right in the nose, hearing a sickening crack which saw her fall to the floor holding her nose and screaming in pain. I went back to the first girl and stood over her, raining punches straight to her face. She would need plastic surgery by the time I was done. I was so caught up in what I was doing that I didn't see a third girl trying to come to the rescue of the first two. She was no match for me either. I quickly hit her in the throat, which sent her into a violent coughing fit. Before I could do anything else, I felt strong arms wrap around me, yanking me up in the air and taking me away kicking and screaming. I was taken into a room and thrown onto a bed. I hurriedly jumped to my feet and came eye to eye with the same cold, penetrating grey eyes I’d seen earlier. Earlier... I opened my eyes, but all I saw was complete darkness. I felt foggy and I had a splitting headache. In fact, my whole body ached. I tried to move to get up. As I did, I heard the rattling of metal against a hard floor, a floor that seemed hard as concrete. My leg felt heavy as I shifted, almost as if it had been weighed down by an anchor. I reached down to feel my leg, and I gasped in shock. For a second, I was confused while my brain tried to catch up; once it did, the realization hit: someone had chained me to a wall. In a panic, I started reaching around me, reaching in front of me, to the left and right sides. I was grasping for something, anything, but all I felt was nothingness. I reached behind me and felt a cold, hard wall. I tried to scream out. My mouth opened, but the words seemed to get stuck in my throat as a thought occurred to me. Was I ready for who would answer? Would they come in here and hurt me? Was I taken for s*x trafficking? Perhaps it'd be better if they still thought I was out of it. Alone, cold and afraid, I sat paralyzed with fear, trying to recall the events that led me here. I remember going home to my apartment and opening the door, then closing it; once I closed and locked the door, I froze, immediately sensing someone else in the room with me. I reached for the lock to try to open the door and run, when a deep male voice spoke, stopping me in my tracks. "I wouldn't do that if I were you; come in, sit down, and you won’t get hurt." I stilled once I heard the voice in my apartment. I immediately turned to open the door when I was practically slammed against the door. My heart pounded in my chest. I tried to think of my next move. The last thing I wanted was to be subdued or tied up. So, I did the only thing I could think of. I started fighting. I waited for the intruder to let his guard down. He messed up when he leaned into whisper in my ear. Before he could get a word out, I threw my head back with as much force as I could, hitting him square in the nose with the back of my head. He released me and grabbed his nose, yelling in pain. I again tried to open the door; it was then that I realized it was more than one person in my home. They left the lights out thinking it would give them the upper hand, but they forgot, they were in my home. Lights or no lights, I knew my place like the back of my hand, every nook, corner, wall, piece of furniture and other items I could use as weapons. I would surely use everything I had to my advantage. Hearing another set of footsteps coming towards me, I went to the right where I had an accent table that had three heavy decorative pillars. I picked them up and smashed it over the 2nd intruder’s head. I heard a sick crack and then a thud which I assumed was him hitting the floor. I spotted movement from my left side, yet another one. Damn, how many were there? I quickly reached for a tall metal candleholder and swung it with as much force as I could muster. He staggered back, but he didn’t fall. I could make out from his silhouette that he was a big guy, s**t, what now? The only thing left to do, I kicked him in the balls, and he went down on his knees. I then rammed my knee into his face, and he fell backwards, onto his back. I darted across the room, thinking I now had a chance to get the door open and get the hell out. Just as I had the lock undone and went to pull the door open, I felt strong arms encircle me in a tight bear-hug. I kicked and flailed wildly. We both tumbled over. Suddenly the lights came on, and I saw a strikingly good-looking guy, tall, fit, muscular but not bulky, with green eyes that almost looked like gems, staring down at me. While I was distracted, the asshole holding me flipped me over and grabbed me by the throat, lifting me clean off the floor like I weighed nothing. I struggled to breathe; I dug my nails into his arms in hopes he would release me. My vision started getting blurry, then I heard green eyes speak, “I said she is not to be harmed.” “But boss, look what she did,” before he could say anything else, green eyes said, “Yeah, she kicked y’all asses, one tiny female, kicked the s**t out of three grown men, y’all should be ashamed” he laughed. I was released and slumped down to the floor, coughing, gasping for air. He knelt to get eye level with me, “feisty, I like that.” Before I could finish another thought, a pair of hands covered my mouth with a cloth. I immediately started struggling the moment I inhaled, my lungs burned, my vision blurred, and then darkness overtook me. When I awoke again, I was chained in what looked like a cell. It was cold and dark, but I could sense I was not alone. Unable to relax or sleep, I stayed up for what felt like hours. Then the lights came on, and I gasped — along the floor of the cell were several other women, maybe a dozen or so, all chained to the floor like me. The red-headed girl next to me tried to make conversation, but I rambled off question after question. Before I could get any answers, the main door opened and in walked a group of men. I heard the murmurs of the other captives — they seemed to be enthralled by the men. I heard, “that must be him,” "Oh my GOD!” He’s gorgeous, will he pick one of us?” Given our circumstances, I found them to be ridiculous. I didn’t dare look up, I didn’t want to see anyone’s face, so I continued sitting on the floor, arms wrapped around my legs, head cast down until an expensive pair of designer shoes stopped right in front of me. I still refused to look up, and then I heard a voice: “Ladies, you have a choice. You can leave with me, get to a proper home, with hot food and a warm bed, or you can rot here in these dirty cells.” That got my attention, so I looked up towards the door to see the author of those words. I saw a handsome man, tall, athletic build with thick black curly hair, with eyes black as coal looking at us with a smile. Most of the girls jumped at the opportunity, asking to go. But I noticed his smile didn’t reach his eyes. I had to pick the lesser of 2 evils, at least that was what I thought, until I finally looked at the owner of the pair of shoes that stopped in front of me, and when I did, my breath caught in my throat. Staring down at me were the most beautiful but cold, calculating, gray eyes that I’ve ever seen. (Monae Flashback over)…