Taken By A Werewolf

XVII

"Wake up, sweetheart."

Indy felt a hand tapping on her cheek and turned her head away annoyed.

"You need to be awake when the boss gets here."

Someone shook her shoulders now, but she was just too far gone to open her eyes. Did Ares just drug her... twice?

"Okay, well, suit yourself."

Indy heard retreating footsteps, but they came back a while later. It might have been a minute, an hour or even a week. Indy couldn't tell.

A wave of cold water brutally woke her up and Indy gasped in shock.

"There she is," Eloy said with a smug grin.

Indy blinked the water out of her eyes. She was shivering now. She stood against a cold, stone wall with her arms spread, her hands shackled on either side of her. Her legs were bound together with similar chains. She tried to break free, but knew it would be of no use. The room was small, dark and cold.

"A dungeon? Really?" she said with an arched eyebrow.

She was scared out of her mind, but knew better than to show it.

Eloy shrugged.

"This is where we take the traitors."

"Traitors?" she blurted out.

Indy had no idea what she was doing here. Being kidn*pped by a couple of high school boys was almost an all-time low for her. Almost. This had to be some sort of misunderstanding. Indy wasn't a traitor. At worst, she had eavesdropped on their conversations. Maybe they found out.

Eloy stepped towards her, his nose almost touching hers. Indy didn't like it one bit and turned her head away from him. He grabbed her chin roughly to make her face him once again.

"Don't pretend like you don't know, sweetheart," he said. His hand trailed from her jawline to her throat, before resting on her collar bone.

"Don't even think about it," Indy said through gritted teeth.

Eloy just smirked at her.

"You should be a little nicer, sweetheart, because you are completely at my mercy now."

Indy gulped and tried to back away further, but her back was already pressed against the cold wall.

"Leave," a familiar voice said from the door opening.

Eloy sighed, disappointed.

"We'll finish this some other time."

He winked and walked off.

Ares looked her over with a disapproving look on his face.

"Why are you wet?" he asked.

"You should ask your friend," Indy retorted drily.

Ares walked up to her without looking away. He slowly knelt in front of her and started undoing the chains from her legs.

"Are you getting me out of here?" Indy asked carefully.

"I mean, chains? A dungeon? Really, what did you think I'd do?"

Ares stood up, angrily facing her. She could feel his warm breath on her skin.

"I know what you did, so I'm not going to wait and see what else you might do."

So they did find out about the eavesdropping. But k********g her and chaining her to a wall seemed a little redundant to Indy. She hadn't even understood half the things they'd said. But then again, there weren't many interpretations of the term 'm******e'.

"Listen, Ares, please," Indy begged, "I know what I did was wrong, okay, but I--"

"Don't."

Ares narrowed his eyes. Indy obediently shut her mouth. He then went on to unchain her right hand.

"To think you almost had me fooled," he said, rather disappointed.

When her right hand was freed, he moved on to the left. Indy didn't dare to speak up again.

"You covered your tracks so well, there seemed to be nothing to tie you to Fort Wayne or the crime scene," he continued.

He took a step back after taking off the last of the chains.

"But you just couldn't let it go, could you?"

He crossed his arms in front of his chest, looking her up and down with a disgusted look.

"Indiana."

He said her name like it was venom on his tongue. Indy cast her eyes down.

"Ares, you need to give me a chance to explain," she said softly.

"I don't need to do anything," he said relentlessly.

"Strip," he commanded.

That completely caught Indy off guard. With Eloy, she'd kind of seen it coming, but Ares? However evil he may be, she hadn't expected this from him.

"Wh-what?"

He arched an eyebrow.

"You heard me."

"But, I've never, you said, what happened to 'don't touch me'?"

Ares rolled his eyes at her annoyed.

"Don't flatter yourself. Your clothes are wet, you need dry ones."

Relief washed over Indy.

"Oh, okay. Can you turn around?"

"Do you think I'm an i***t?" he countered.

"But--"

"Nothing I haven't seen before. Change," he commanded.

Indy felt her face turn red.

"Did you...?" she was afraid to finish that question, and more so of the answer.

"Who do you think put those clothes on you in the first place?" he asked drily. Oh, that's right. She had been turning her room upside down in her bathrobe when he found her.

"Next time I'll wait for you to get dressed before I drug you."

Indy found offense in that statement, but was too embarrassed and terrified to come up with a reply. So she clenched her jaws together, lifted her shirt over her head and unbuttoned her jeans with shaking hands.

Once she stood in her underwear, Ares threw a towel in her direction.

He nodded at a duffle bag in the corner.

"You'll find dry clothes in there."

Indy opened the bag and took out a t-shirt, a pair of dark jeans and a cardigan, which she quickly put on.

"Go back to the wall," Ares commanded.

"What? But--"

"I will make you if I have to," he threatened.

Indy stood rooted to the spot. She believed him, but she did not want to be back in those chains. Ares sighed and walked towards her, grabbing her upper arm and shoving her against the wall. He roughly pulled on her hand and started putting the shackles back in place.

"Ares, you're hurting me," Indy pleaded. "Please, don't do this."

"Shut up," he said curtly, before tying up her other hand.

Indy felt her strength crumble. A small sob escaped her lips, surprising both her and Ares. He eyed her with a look of disdain.

"Ares," she said softly, and for a moment she thought she saw his cold mask slip a little bit.

"I swear that I didn't do anything. I'm begging you, just let me go. I won't tell anyone, I promise."

Ares stepped closer to her, making her flinch back against the wall. The eyes that once made her feel so warm from inside gave her a cool, measured look.

"You are pathetic," he stated, before turning around and walking out of the cellar. He slammed the door shut behind him, leaving Indy in complete and cold darkness.