I was extremely worried about what he will do to me.
" Are you going to kill me?" I asked him.
" No, I don't kill weak but if you won't shut your mouth then I might change my mind." He warned me. And I was struggling to get myself free from his steel-like grip around my wrist.
He dragged me out of the dungeon and I looked around to find it was kind of like a prison. Huge iron bar, cobweb hanging from the ceiling.
" Open the door!" he orders a man on the opposite side of the bars. Who I guess, guarding the place but from who? And what? I didn't see anyone inside. The guard fumbled with the keys but he managed to unlock the door and I was standing behind his hand still holding me like he never wanted to leave it.
The guard opened the door for us and we made our way out.
The air brushed against my skin as
He pulled me towards the steps outside, nearly tripping and falling a few times with each tug on my arm. My fingers were starting to turn purple as I leaned over and had to hold onto his arm to prevent myself from falling. I moved a piece of my hair from out of my eyes,
just as a black car pulled up to where I and him were standing. I knew I was breathing heavily; He is not caring, as the door to the car opened on the driver's side to reveal a tall man with a chubby face and a thick waist. He looked at me with glee until his attention went toward him.
" Who is she?" he asked him and he
growled and yanked me forward.
"I told you not to speak unless spoken to, Marken," he said with a snarl, the thick guy; Marken, quickly rounded the car and towards the passenger seats in the very back.
"Sorry Sir," Marken said with a studded,
opening up the passenger side door and he pushed me towards it. I tried fighting once again, but it only resulted in his jaw tightening as he shoved me into the car. l cried out when my head smacked against the leather seats and the door closed. I looked up and saw two figures standing outside for a few moments before one of them quickly rounded the car again while the other slowly walked toward the front. I couldn't see them entering the car, but I could hear them. I then felt the car moving forward, and I tried at the door to see if I could open it, but the door wouldn't open. I was stuck in this car with the stranger who killed Benny.
I watched as the car pulled up to a large
mansion after a 45-minute drive, the dark blue-colored sky making the mansion look almost ominous. I looked at the place in awe, having never before seen something like this in my Pack. The mansion had at least 4 stories to it, dozens of rooms on each floor, a large front yard, and possibly a large backyard. Long, polished, elegant stairs welcomed anyone who dropped by the mansion with a spark of exhilaration, and beautifully trimmed bushes stood out front and gently danced with the light
wind that blew on by. I felt the car stop, hearing muffled conversations that I couldn't catch a hold of, as the sound of the front doors opening was heard. I felt my heart nearly sink to my stomach as I saw the door on my side open to reveal a pair of shiny golden eyes staring down at me. He roughly grabbed my wrist once again, it is bruised from his harsh grip earlier and pulled me out of the car and slammed it behind me.
"I suggest you be gentle with this one,
," Marken said from the other side of the car, and I turned over and saw him looking at him with a threatening look on his face.
He growled, and I whimpered at the tone in his voice as I watched Marken bow his head. He kept his attention on Marken for quite some time before he huffed and kept moving forward; dragging me alongside him in the process. He quickly pulled us up the stairs, my heels clicking underneath the beautiful
material, as I was shoved towards the front door with aggression. He handled with the knob on the door until he finally got it open, shoved me into the dark house, and walked in after me. I looked back over at him and watched as he shut the door behind him, his back facing towards me as the lights suddenly turned on. I jumped and quickly turned around when I heard footsteps walking behind me, being greeted by an old woman.