The Prophesied Claim

Resistance

The problem with pledging resistance is that I’m a marshmallow. I have a decently high pain tolerance, but I have a serious problem with restraint and humiliation. 

The “do what you have to” command made me think I would be in for some heinous tortures, but I tried to approach the situation logically and concluded it couldn’t be that horrible because they want me for breeding purposes. You can’t damage the goods too badly if you want a baby machine. 

Throwing open a metal plated door, Rian’s henchmen hoist me onto an examination table, and undo the metal cuffs. Finally, able to move my arms, I rotate my hands and try to get life back into the muscles as I survey the room. So far, so good. 

“Pee in this,” one of the men commands, thrusting a plastic cup into my hands. 

“Why?” I ask quizzically, not accepting the cup. Apparently, questions aren’t allowed because he immediately backhands me, knocking my smaller body sideways on the exam table. I feel my lip split and reassess my belief they won’t physically damage me. “Ooookay, I’ll pee in the cup. Where’s the bathroom?” 

“Here.” 

I roll my eyes, “I have a shy bladder. I can’t pee in a cup in front of two men I don’t know, it’s a little more complicated for girls, you know.” 

He goes to slap me again, when the second man intervenes, “Just hold up a blanket or something, Colin. If you knock her out, she can’t pee.” 

Colin glares at the second man, “f**k you, Liam. I’ll make her pee.” 

I think self-preservation either isn’t my strong suit, or my approach to survival has become “be the most annoying b***h they’ve ever dealt with”, because I decide to interject, “But, if you make me pee, it won’t be in the cup. It’ll be on the floor. 

Liam snorts and thrusts the cup into my hands, “Pee in the cup. I’ll hold the blanket, and Colin won’t punch you in the face. Everybody wins.” 

So, I pee in the cup. All the way to the top, so that when I hand it to Colin, pee leaks over the side and as he walks to the counter it drips down his elbow. As I can still taste the blood in my mouth from his slap, the sound of his cursing is extremely satisfying. I sit on the exam table as innocently as possible, and watch as Colin opens a bunch of pregnancy tests and starts dipping them in the pee cup. I guess it shouldn’t surprise me that they want to check to see if I’m already impregnated, but really? The guy has like five tests and he either didn’t read the instructions or is completely stupid. 

“Umm. Excuse me. You aren’t supposed to shake them.” I declare, watching as he whips around with a glare. I shrug, “Read the box then. Dip ‘em. Lay ‘em flat. Let ‘em sit. Three minutes. One line is fine, two lines is prego.”

Colin growls batting the line of tests off the counter. I guess now I know why the house is so gross. Clearly, everything gets thrown when a tantrum occurs, including pee sticks. He starts opening new tests, actually following directions this time. 

“Umm.” I interrupt again, “Are those like first alert tests? Because I won’t start my period for two more weeks, and a test only works if you’ve missed a period. Unless it’s an early read test, those can catch it a few days before your missed period. But I haven’t missed a period.” 

Now the cup of pee goes flying as Colin stalks towards me, “Then, I’ll just give you a morning after pill now and save us the trouble of f*****g around.” 

I hold my hands up in surrender, “You could, but it’d be a waste of money. You have to have s*x to get pregnant, which I haven’t, and those pills are dangerous, I could bleed to death if you give it to me.” 

Colin looks like he might strangle me, but Liam only presses a hand over his eyes as though trying to suppress laughter. 

“You wreak of s*x, and you’ve got a giant f*****g hickey. Are you trying to tell me you haven’t been f*****g Rian’s brother?” 

I shrug noncommittally, “I’m in heat. I’ve been told I smell delicious a lot lately, but I haven’t been f*****g anyone. Completely.” I add trying to lend a little credence to the lie. 

Colin throws up his hands, “Get Rian,” he tells Liam, “he can decide what the f**k he wants done.” 

Liam shakes his head, “No way, man. He said to figure this s**t out. I’m not ending up like Donald.” 

“Fine,” Colin turns back to me, “You claim you haven’t been f*****g anyone, you just smell like it. Explain and I’ll reconsider the pill.” 

I can feel the flush heat my skin and I don’t have to pretend embarrassment, “I mean, Donald just licked my ear and Rian could smell him. Wouldn’t it be even more, um, potent if it were my,” I look down, but I can tell they’re both hooked to what I’m saying, “and if I’d been swallowing his, um...you know, I couldn’t be pregnant but I’d probably smell pretty potent.” I squirm on the table, “especially if it was like a lot of that and maybe earlier today and I’m still in the same clothes and I also, like, to myself because the heat thing,” I widen my eyes all innocence, “Rian was right. It’s really hard to be alone with all of these hormones. I just need to...and I can’t stop myself.” I allow my voice to trail off as though unsure what to say next. 

Liam clears his throat, and his voice sounds a little hoarse when he says, “Well, I don’t think you need the pill then. Maybe some different clothes, and a shower. Lotta soap.” 

Colin doesn’t comment, just stands motionless for a minute before smirking evilly, “Good idea. Get her something from Rian’s closet. She can use his shower.” 

Relief weakens my knees. The urge to protect myself from Colin is strong, but Liam appears to be more mild-mannered. As long as he stays in the room, I feel safer. 

They lead me out of the exam room and across the hall to Rian’s room. It’s actually fairly clean, but has black walls and a bedspread in a deep crimson color. The bathroom isn’t much better, though it too is clean. The tile is black. The toilet is black. Even the walls are black. The only lights are those above the sink, and even those are dim. Colin shoves me in and then stands in the doorway with his arms crossed as Liam digs through the closet and tosses a shirt and a pair of sweatpants into the bathroom. 

“Get to it,” Colin commands waving toward the shower.

I hesitate, “Can you turn around, please?” 

Liam does so immediately, but Colin shakes his head, “Nope. And if you don’t hurry the f**k up, I’ll scrub you clean myself.” 

I want to argue, but Colin has already proven to be explosive. I don’t doubt he’ll do as he threatens, and I want to avoid having his hands anywhere near my naked body. Hastily, and with as much dignity as possible. I pull the dress over my head and step out of my underwear. I try to keep my back to the doorway, but the position of the mirror above the sink does little to help preserve modesty. I step into the shower, cowering into the corner, and turn the hot water up as much as my skin can stand. Hopefully, the steam will make me slightly invisible to Colin’s wandering eyes. 

I move quickly, scrubbing everywhere twice in hopes of removing Alec’s scent enough for them to continue believing I haven’t been having wild s*x. I can’t do anything about the various hickeys that cover my body. I even scrub soap over my fingers and swivel them around inside myself to try and mask any lingering evidence of Alec inside me. I’m probably not pregnant, but I’m willing to get a really ugly bladder infection if it means I won’t be forced to take some crazy abortion pill. 

“That’s enough.” Colin states reaching into the shower and shutting off the water. Throwing a towel at me, he points to the bath mat and I step from the shower to vigorously dry myself. I feel his eyes on my naked body, but can do little to prevent his perusal. 

“Clothes, please,” I reach my hand out for the shirt and sweats dangling from his fingertips, but he holds them just out of reach. 

“Don’t know, maybe we should just keep her like this, Liam.” He rubs his empty hand over his crotch and I feel sick thinking what he might do next. “Bet we could make use of that bitchy mouth of yours and Rian wouldn’t care. Said we could do whatever it took to get your wolf out. Maybe she needs a little extra incentive.” 

“f*****g s**t, Colin. You wanna take that chance so she can blow you. I like my d**k where it is. Donald got his throat ripped for taking a f*****g lick of her ear you dumb f**k. You stick your d**k in her face, Rian’ll rip your head off and use it for soccer practice.” 

Colin doesn’t get to make a decision as to whether he likes his d**k where it is because the door slams against the wall, and Rian walks in. He takes in the scene, and a growl starts somewhere in his chest, “Get the f**k out,” he yells and there’s no hesitation as Liam and Colin hasten from the room. 

Now I’m naked and alone with the rogue.