Lost

Taken

                            Walking through trees toward a field, I feel a hand slide into mine. Looking to my right, a                 handsome man I recognize as the man who helped me up off the ground when the other man                                                                             was wounded by a wolf.

            Lifting my hand, he presses his lips to my skin, moving to the inside of my wrist, and peppering     kisses up to my shoulder. When his lips meet the crook of my neck, he begins to slowly tease me, tongue swirling and his teeth gently grazing my skin. I should feel uncomfortable with a stranger being                     so intimate with me, especially in a dream where I have no control over my body or actions.                                                             But I’m not. I want more. I need more.

            As if my thoughts made it happen, my hand slides underneath his shirt. Having my fingers against his soft skin and toned abs, I can almost feel the electricity between my dream self and him.

                                            This all feels so real, like it’s actually happening.

            When his lips touch mine, it feels like I’ve been electrocuted in the best possible way. His callused, rough fingertips gliding up my stomach gives me goosebumps. With one hand gripping my hip and his other roaming under my shirt, I have to squeeze my legs together to alleviate some of the tension building in my core. I can feel my panties become damp with my arousal, and it seems as he can smell it because he breathes in deep and makes a noise somewhere between a moan and a growl. 

            Head pounding, I try to open my eyes. Headlights from cars passing by are too painful, causing me to slam my eyes shut. Where am I? What happened?

            Trying to remember what happened, focusing is proving incredibly difficult. Between the throbbing in my temples and the nausea from the car bumping on potholes, the only thing I can fully concentrate on is how shitty I feel. Wait, car? I definitely don’t have a car. And I don’t know anyone. What – my thoughts come to a halt when pieces of before come crashing back.

            A mix of reality and the dream I had are flooding my mind, taking a lot of effort to sort through them. You’d think it’d be easy, but without much detail, just hazy bits and pieces, it’s difficult to piece anything together.

            I was… at a bar? Yeah, yeah I think that’s right. Oh! I met a nice guy, a shifter. He showed me around the city. Then… we were kissing? No… no, that’s not right. That was the dream… right? Yeah, it was definitely the dream. After the bar, we left to go see the… what did we go see?

            The more effort I put in to remembering, the more pain I was in. I’d never felt like this before, I didn’t even think it was possible.

            I can’t remember what we were going to see. But I remember feeling weird while walking. It couldn’t have been the alcohol, I only had two drinks. Shifters have an extremely high metabolism anyway, we burn off alcohol just about as fast as we drink it. So why was I feeling like that? That’s when the realization hit me. He drugged me. I start sweating from how infuriated I am, my blood is boiling and rage fills every atom in my body.

            Catching myself before I explode, I decide to pretend I’m still knocked out. At least my head feeling like it’s been run over by a monster truck was good for something. I think sarcastically.

             Resting while this asshole drives, I focus on regaining my strength. Hopefully we’ll drive long enough for me to get all my strength back so I can at least try to kick his ass and run. Trying not to smile as I imagine knocking this motherfucker out is actually pretty hard.

            He’s been driving for a at least a couple hours, plus however long I was unconscious. Where the f**k are we going? We have to be in another state by now. Or at least near the north border of Indiana. Patience has never been a virtue of mine, but I do what I have to do right now. Sit still, stay quiet, pretend to be unconscious. Hopefully I’ll be able to do something – anything with the element of surprise. Why the f**k would he even take me? What intentions does he – or his pack – have with me? I think, getting more anxious and angrier by the second.

            Finally the car stops. took long enough, damn. It takes effort not to comment aloud. Opening the door, I feel the car shift with his weight, when the door closes I slightly open my eyes to get an idea of my surroundings. He parked in an open field surrounded by woods, that’s f*****g helpful. I think sarcastically, knowing there won’t be anyone to hear me scream or struggle. Even if there was, what could a human do against a shifter? In the middle of nowhere, he could kill them and whoever found them would think they got attacked by an animal. Fan-f*****g-tastic.

          Walking around the back of the car, he comes up and rips my door open. I feel him getting closer to me, presumably to carry me out of the car. In one swift motion I kick out my leg, hitting him in the stomach. When he looks up at me I punch him in the jaw, and kick him again before I run as fast as I can into the woods. After a few moments I hear him stomping behind me, crushing leaves and fallen branches under his feet. After a few hundred feet, he starts gaining on me and within seconds he’s shifted and pounces, pinning me to the ground.

             Shifting back, he pulls me up by the color of my jacket and pushes me forward.

            “I’d advise you not to try anything like that again.” He growls in my ear, making me shiver. I’m not afraid of him, more like disgusted. I should’ve followed my gut. I’m so stupid. I berate myself, angry that I let this happen. I should’ve been more careful.

            As we walk, he grips my elbow to the point of bruising. Not that he cares if I’m uncomfortable. It doesn’t bother me that much, though. I’ve had a lot worse.

            “Where are we going anyway?” I question, my voice laced with venom.

            “We’re going to your new home.” He sneers with a smile that suggests how cruel and malicious he truly is. How could I ever have fallen for this douchebags nice act? Was I that desperate for someone to relate to?

              For a long time we walk mostly in silence, with him occasionally making snide remarks about how much I’m going to ‘enjoy’ life with his pack, being a breeder. Just the thought of it disgusts me to my core. If they have to go around k********g women to procreate, they must be repulsive. The fact they’d stoop to something so sickening and immoral proves they’re barbaric and insufferable. It’s not hard to understand why no woman would ever want to be around them of their own free will.  

            As the sun starts to set, anxiety settles in my gut. Being alone with him in the woods is bad enough, being alone in the middle of nowhere in the dark, that makes it so much creepier and uncomfortable.

            “How much longer until we’re there?” I ask, hoping we get there soon. At their compound it won’t be pitch black, so at least there’s that. Maybe I’ll have a chance to escape from the compound. If I have a good enough head start, I might be able to get away. Imagining my escape fills me with at least some hope.

            “Ask me that in the morning.” He retorted, looking at me like I’m inferior and alive solely to be a plaything for his pack. Looking back I’m surprised he was able to keep up his nice act for as long as he did. He must be accustomed to this s**t. The thought of that makes me cringe. I don’t wanna know how many poor women he’s done this too, or if other members of his pack do this, too.

            “What do you mean ‘ask me in the morning’?” I question, mocking his gross voice.

            Apparently he didn’t appreciate that much. If looks could kill, the daggers he’s throwing me would put me down right here. Finding a spot on the ground with the most grass and moss, I lay my bag under my head to substitute a pillow.

            Right before I close my eyes I see a man walking toward me. A different man. He looks vaguely familiar, do I know him?