The Ancient Lycan's Mute Mate

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CHAPTER 1 -

Click clank–

The movement of thick heavy chains resounded, as a barely seen figure– that of a woman– adjusted her position slightly for the thick and heavy chains that were binding her ankles, making herself more comfortable as she sat weakly on the floor of a basement, where the darkness was so thick, one could barely make of the figure of one's hand.

…The figure sat on the floor at a corner of the room, farther from where the chains, binding her feets, connected to the wall of the basement.

She sat with her head lowered, a thick mass of disheveled and dirty black hair, which seemed like it had been a long time since it had been maintained, was covering her face like a curtain...

... she played with a little rod which had a thickness of a finger and the length of a grown man's palm.

After an unknown period of time had passed, as if on cue, raise up her shriveled and frail arms, then packed her disheveled long hair into a tight ponytail...

... Then, she harshly shoved the little rod which she had been playing with earlier into her hair and quickly made her hair into a bun, covering the little rod in the process...

... She then gently lowered her hands to her side as if waiting...

…. Suddenly, footsteps came from outside the door to the basement, it then stopped right at the door of the basement, then a clicking sound of keys echoed eerily...

...the sound of a key being inserted echoed in the silence and then it being slowly twisted, followed by the door knob being twisted and pushed, as the door creaked awfully loud in the basement...

...Then a shiny leather shoe, which seemed to contrast against the environment of the basement–peeked in– followed by another, and another– a man walked towards the corner where the chained figure sat.

He stopped a few feet away, observing quietly her quietly, making no attempt to move...

...The keys resting between his fingers made a clacking sound as he moved closer to her, enough for him to crouch down and begin to unlock the heavy chains binding her to the wall.

“ Looks to me like you have energy to spare, yeah?” he said, still focused on unlocking the chains.

“Never thought you would still care about your appearance being locked up” he said as he looked at her expressionless face, while smirking.

'This sick freak...'

...a dangerous thought entered my mind, and I executed it without hesitation or care for the consequence...

...'ptooey’

...a sickening sound was made, sounding extremely loud in the quiet and empty basement, as I spat towards his face...

"..."

... a thick foreboding silence stretched between us...

He raised his hands towards his face with a handkerchief he had taken out of his pocket, in a slow manner, as he wiped his face forcefully...

...He threw the piece of cloth aside as he looked at me with quiet rage, as the whites in his eye turned visibly red...

Slap–

A crisp sound of flesh meeting flesh harshly, echo in the basement as my head spun to the side sharply...

...blood splattered on the concrete floor in the process.

I turned her head back to him weakly, ignoring the pain on my cheek...

...wearing a taunting smile on her face as she looked at his rage filled face.

' ...so damn worth it...'

I thought absentmindedly as I wiped the blood staining my lip whilst still looking at him.

... he took in deep breaths as if to calm himself, then he once again crouched to my level, fiddling with the chain around me...

...Once he was done, he tugged on my wrist roughly as he dragged me across the room, towards where a table with a board surface sat...

...He stopped right next to it.

“ Lay down”

He said in a chilly tone, the anger in his voice undeniable.

I obediently climbed onto the table then lowered herself with ease, laying with my head facing the ceiling.

...he stepped closer to the table, standing beside my shoulder, he then dropped a suitcase he carried with him beside me, opened it and took out a syringe...

I closed my eyes tiredly...

‘ ...I hope it's the second one...'

...I opened my eyes and peeked at what he was doing, quickly discovering that my little wish had actually come through...

... injection between his fingers were not filled with the usual liquid, which always seemed to knock me out. This time they were empty, which was good news for me, as it meant that I would not have to be knocked out unconscious...

I felt a prick as the syringe tore through her skin sharply. It didn't take too long before the man withdrew it.

He carefully placed the blood which he had extracted from me neatly in the suitcase, then he closed it, keeping it aside.

“ On your feet” he said to me commandingly.

I hate this man, for all he has done to me.

If I was told a few years back that there would come a day where the assumingly gentle family doctor who once cared for me or my mother like a father anytime we fell ill. Or anytime I felt like I needed someone to let out my feelings to, tie me up in a basement of god knows where and treat me like worse than a dog. I would look that person in the eye and firmly deny it, maybe even swearing with my life that it could never happen, then cutting off the person who told such ‘nonsense’.

I regret ever meeting this man, as I'll sit on the floor of this dark and gloomy basement and think of what I've become.

Immediately my feet met the ground, I felt him place his disgusting calloused hand around my arm, pulling me forcefully towards where the chains sat. I heard him curse in a low voice.

“So damn slow," I heard him say with irritation.

It seemed like my action earlier had really gotten to him as we suddenly stopped in the middle of the room.

I didn't know why we stopped, but after telling me to stay where I was, he strode towards the table looking for something, that was when I realised I didn't hear the usual clacking sound of keys on his body.

Of course I won't let such a sweet once in a lifetime opportunity to escape slip as I felt my hair and quickly found the rod I had hidden earlier. Clenching my fingers tightly around it, I walked quietly, trying not to alert the man with his back to me, who was searching for something.

I increased my pace as I suddenly sprinted towards him and jumped on his back with all my strength, surprisingly I knocked him to the ground and viciously raised my hands which held the rod and stabbed down towards his neck.

I felt the rod in my hand meeting flesh, and the squelching sound of it meeting flesh made a shiver run up my spine.

“ Ahhhhhhh” he screamed with pain in his voice.

“ This damn b***h” he shouted as he grabbed the hand with the rod which was still embedded deeply in his neck.

I knew he was supposed to be dead by now, knowing what he was, and combined with what I had seen while in the basement, I bit down mercilessly at the hand holding my own. I felt his grip on me loosen, then I quickly took that split opportunity to shove his hand away harshly, ripping the rod out of his neck in the process and viciously stabbed him again, deeper this time.

I felt his two hands reach out towards his back as he gripped ragged clothes on my body in an attempt to rip me off his back as I sat on him.

I withdrew my blood stained hand still gripping the rod which was embedded deeply in his neck harshly, and stabbed again, and again, I stabbed his neck continuously until I felt his hard grip around my body loosened and his body spasming violently before going limp, did I stop.

I breathed heavily as I sat on his back. I looked at my hand stained with blood, still gripping the little rod. The sickening feeling of taking a life washed over me, as the urge to throw up washed over me, but nothing came out of my mouth as I gagged in disgust.

I stood up slowly with a bit of difficulty as I staggered a bit. I looked at the corpse below me lifelessly then walked forward to the table. After a quick search, I found a bunch of keys lying in the corner of the table. I picked it with trembling hands, ignoring the lifeless figure laying on the floor, I walked towards the door of the basement, the feeling of freedom washing over me as I released a little smile.

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