Prisoner With The Lycan Beast

#3

SARAH

“No! Don’t touch me! Let go of me!”

My throat burned as the guards yanked my arms backward, hauling my feet clear off the concrete. I was being hurled out of the room, my sneakers dragging uselessly as they aggressively marched me down the cold corridor.

“Stop! I don’t want to do this, please stop!” I roared, thrashing against their iron grips with every single ounce of strength left in my body.

The men remained completely unyielding. Their fingers dug into my skin like blunt claws, ignoring my weight as they dragged me down a secondary hallway and shoved me through another door.

As soon as we crossed the threshold, my eyes landed on Dr. Evans. He was standing calmly by a metal medical cart, looking over some files.

Blind rage overtook my fear. The moment the guards' grips loosened slightly, I pounced at him, my fingers clawed, aiming straight for his face. But I didn't even make it two steps. The guards swarmed me from behind, wrapping their thick arms around my chest and shoulders, pinning me down until I could barely breathe.

“You sick bastard!” I screamed at him. “You absolute psycho! Whatever you are doing here is illegal! I won't let you do this to me! I won't let you turn me into a monster like that man in there!”

Dr. Evans chuckled, a low, condescending sound that made my skin crawl. He closed the file and walked slowly toward me, stepping into my personal space while I furiously struggled against the guards holding me down.

“I’m not turning you into a monster, my dear,” he said, his face entirely blank, devoid of any human empathy. He leaned in slightly, his eyes cold behind his wire rimmed glasses. “Rather, you’re going to give birth to one.”

The words felt like ice water in my veins. “Go to hell!” I screamed and tried to kick my legs forward to strike him. “You’re a monster! You’re all monsters!”

“The man in that room was already a monster when he arrived,” Evans countered smoothly, his tone as casual as if we were discussing the weather. “I didn’t turn him into anything.”

“You’re a liar!” I shrieked, my chest heaving against the guard's crushing weight. “You’re a liar!”

Evans sighed, looking at me with a sickening touch of pity. “You probably don’t even know that werewolves exist, do you? Well, you just saw one a few minutes ago, he’s not just any wolf, he’s a lycan.” He turned his back to me, reaching for something on the metal tray. “Lay her down and strap her.”

“No! No! Let me go!” I screamed, fighting with a renewed desperation as the guards forcefully hoisted me onto a cold hard examination table, leather straps were immediately pulled across my chest, hips, and wrists. I thrashed against the restraints, demanding they release me, but the leather didn't budge.

Evans turned around, holding a large syringe filled with a clear, thick fluid. He stepped up to the side of the table and, without a single word of warning, plunged the needle deep into my upper arm.

A sharp piercing scream tore from my throat as a burning sensation bloomed inside my skin, spreading rapidly through my veins like liquid fire.

Evans stepped back, a dark smirk playing on his lips as he handed the empty syringe to an assistant. “Now for the hard part.”

Before I could even process his words, his hand clamped onto the collar of my shirt. With one powerful jerk, he ripped the fabric straight down the center, tearing it completely off my torso.

“Let go of me… stop…” I whimpered, trying to pull away, but the words felt slurred in my mouth.

The drug was working with speed. My limbs grew entirely useless and my vision blurred. I slipped into total darkness.

———

The first thing that brought me back to consciousness was a dull, throbbing ache in my left arm.

I blinked heavily, my vision swimming as I realized I was lying on a narrow bed in a different, completely unfamiliar space. I slowly looked down at myself. My ruined clothes had been stripped away and replaced with an oversized shirt that hung loosely around my body like a hospital gown, barely reaching my thighs.

“I can see you’re awake.”

Evans’ smooth voice sounded directly behind me.

Panic re-ignited in my chest. I swung my legs over the mattress and tried to lunge off the bed, but the movement was sloppy and slow. The guards, who had been standing silently in the corners of the room, stepped forward instantly, catching my wrists and forcing me back down onto the mattress before I could even get to my feet.

“Save your strength,” Evans said calmly, adjusting his glasses as he looked down at me. “You’re going to need it for what’s about to come your way.” He turned his head slightly, giving a nod to the men holding my arms. “Take her back to the enclosure room.”

The guards hauled me up by my elbows. My legs felt shaky, like jelly under my weight, but they didn't care.

They dragged me back down the long, white corridors, until we reached the steel door.

The door swung open, and without a shred of gentleness, the guards shoved me hard into the dim twilight of the room.

I stumbled over my own feet, barely catching myself before the door slammed shut behind me, the locks clicking into place.

I was back in the room.

My eyes immediately scanned the area, finding the massive silhouette in the far corner of the room.

The man was already watching me. His dark, predatory eyes slowly raked over my body, moving slowly from my head all the way down to my bare toes, lingering on the oversized gown they had forced me into. His nostrils flared suddenly, his chest expanding as he drew in a deep breath, his nose twitching as if he were smelling the air—as if he were catching a scent on me that hadn't been there before.

A low, menacing growl tore from his lips.

Terrified, I took a step backward, my spine pressing flat against the cold metal of the locked door.

The man suddenly snapped forward, throwing his massive weight against his restraints. The chains rattled violently as he fought the anchors in the wall. Something was wrong. Something was terribly, horribly wrong with him. His reaction was entirely different from before, his eyes were wilder, completely bloodshot, fixed on me with a terrifying, untamed desperation that made my blood run cold.

What had the doctor injected into me? What did I smell like to him?

The man let out a growl so incredibly loud it echoed like thunder in the enclosed space, his jaw snapping viciously as he lunged forward again and again, trying with everything he had to break the chains and get across the room to where I stood.

I screamed at the top of my lungs, pressing myself so hard against the door my bones ached, tears of pure horror blinding my vision.

Suddenly, the static pop of the intercom cut through the noise, and Evans’ voice boomed from the security camera in the upper corner of the ceiling.

“Sarah, brace yourself for what’s about to happen.” There was a brief, agonizing pause before his voice returned coldly. “Release the beast from the chain.”